Missing You Poem by Seema Jayaraman

I wish I could fill up this silence
with the company of your laughter
your smile crinkling through
the summer charred branches
like a shower of golden light
Spilling from this February morning Sun
Shimmering off the fallen leaves
When spring is yet to come
Sets off a spark of yearning
Threatening to start a raging fire

These bed of brown leaves
seem so inviting
If only I could share the seat
Beneath the
old trees making a whispering canopy
Inviting me to count the fine wrinkles
Folding the corners of your eyes
slender long etchings like these fallen twigs
Littering the carpet floor
I didnt realise you had added so many
Since we last spoke
And I haven't even finished counting them
With my minds dimly lit eyes

What a fine Man everyone exclaims
And i hear them thousands of kilometres away
Taking pride in no contribution
To your evolution into this enviable stature
You are placed today
Except for those exquisite poems
You write once in a way
May I stake a claim to their inspiration
thoughts winging between
Sea and the far off Mountains
Life forces acceptances in the present
Except when we cast a glance, unknowingly
Wistfully into the distance
And the sigh that emnates
Stirs and rises like a forest breeze

Over the cacophony of winged birds
Shy of the bustling city
Once a while I make my way to these woods
A last patch of reserved poignance
Breathing in with the quiet trees
I attempted some remote connection
Showing you the black and white of my world
Touched now with some green and brown
Spring is slow to arrive here
I unload the burden of dense thoughts
One by one making my peace
With all that I couldn't resolve or accept
Except the ones about you
Long long ago
I clutch them close unwilling to let go
As they bring a promise of spring
Someday

These are precious,
and beneath the matted Sun on the forest floor
With a a thorough Sun shower
My being begins to reverberate
Like a tuning fork
I am resplendent
Like I used to be in your company
It is so easy
to pick your thoughts
Once again,
I placed my miss you with the trees
Everyone needs a peg
to hang their discarded bags
I am whole, I am at peace
With the incompleteness of my being
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©Seema Kj
Mumbai
22Feb2025