Let Bygones Be Bygones! Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Monsoon and the musical eventides, Enthralling was that hour!
Running drops had an unsaid purity, puberty got vanished
Sweat falling from your body was making a way
I still remember your kiss; your lips lowered upon mine
And then a gentle, passionate and a bit abrupt movement
My lips marched upon yours! In moment breathed the love-filled century
You know your eyes had a fear and face a suspicion of uncertainties
But see who decided to re-consider then? ?
The starless night has returned back, Moon's marveling the earth
My lips this time have but a humble plea to you for your romantic return!
Your soul is entwined in me, but the physical being so distant
Arms of my sad emotions are waiting, Embrace waits anxiously
Because in the hours of intellectual boredom, you re-energized me
Oftentimes you pulled me to your skin, bellies sucked navels
Cuckoos cried with your cries, Songs arose from your wintery whispers
Your voice was music to me and I could even leave known philosophers besides
Admittedly all your passions, thoughts, feelings and emotions were true
True all the way, but my working head suddenly jumped in between
Our love afterwards ran thru the political passages, contemporary politics corrupted passions
I'm grown now, able enough to understand you when the time demands trace
The blurred image of you is gonna have a great, grey turn
All I've understood is to shut down the door, the gone span hauntingly humiliates me
No way now left to re-think, over feel, and over love!
Bygones; I want you to be just bygones and nothing else...