The Suffering Of A Lover Poem by Arun Maji

You are away
Seven seas away.
Yet, I could feel you.
Your warm skin
Your tender touch
Your wild fingers.

Your galloping heart makes my heart
Flow like a wild river
Your warm breath makes me gasp
Deeper, faster.

I feel your shivering body
Warm breath
Beating heart
And thirsty lips.

Every stroke of yours
Drives me crazy.
Every gasp of yours
Turns me wild.

O Amal, O my love,
Why cannot I forget you?
Even without holding, I hold you.
Even without touching, I touch you.
Even without smelling, I smell you.

As if, you are in me, within me.
You sleep with me, wake up with me.

Why is your presence so little
But your memory is so everlasting?
Why is your sweetness so ephemeral
But the pain of my thirst is so unending?
Why is your touch so transient
But the burn in my heart is so unceasing?

I stretch my hands to hold you
But I end up holding the emptiness.
I open my lips to kiss you
But I end up kissing the voidness.

O Amal, O my love,
You are here, yet not here.
Remembering you
My heart throbs
And soul cries louder.
© Arun Maji