Insanity Poem by Bharat Trivedi

Call it my eccentricity
if my butterfly fingers get pricked by thorns
while plucking a fragrant flower for you, my love
but I certainly won’t pick for you
the fallen flowers scattered on the ground
kissed by the early morning dew!

Call it my insanity
If I would cage your kaleidoscopic view
in the cracked broken mirror
tightly held in the palm of my bloodied hand
and you would be asleep besides me
riding on the gossamer wings
of a bare-skinned sensual dream!

Call it my lunacy
if I were to play with the moon all night long,
Dancing to the tunes of fire-flies
and soaring to ecstasy,
I wearily go in a deep slumber at dawn
only to be abruptly awakened by the envious sun!

Call it my madness
if I would ride a white unicorn to
white pasture of clouds,
to gift you with my love-sprinkled heart,
and then I’d walk through the turbulent waters
to drown deep in the swirling whirlpool of death!

Call it my mania
If I were to write a poem for you
with the quill of sharp thorns
dipped in the crimson ink of rose tears
etched on the sheets of parrot-green leaves
while nature would sprinkle fragrant raindrops
to smudge my verdant verse
but I would still smile
for smiles are often born
from the fountainhead of tears…

Copyright ©2008 Bharat B. Trivedi