Bereft Of My Pillow Poem by HARVENDRA SINGH

Bereft of My Pillow

O Luna, glowing orb of white,
The world sleeps but I am here,
Bereft of my pillow.
For ages, you have guided wayfarers,
Wanderers, sages, and hermits.
You have led lovers through the darkness.
Let me dive into the depths of my deep sleep,
While your silvery rays guide my dreams,
Transporting my metaphysical self
To the place where my love dwells
Among unfamiliar faces..
Let my impalpable being converse
With her unconscious thoughts,
And let me mark if she has retained
Any flicker of memories past,
Or she has buried them altogether—
The happy moments we shared together.
But she should remain
Unaware of my conversation
Lest her guilt should pierce her
And hurt her feelings.
I, too, want to be awaken oblivious to my dream,
Or I'll bear the weight of my own unfaithfulness,
The weight of having discourse
With her unconscious mind.
Since, I know, her innocence must be innocent,
O Luna, impeccable and fair,
Should I surrender to this guilt?

-Harvendra Singh