Archives / june 2020

mohanan. V.Nair
To The Partner 

That time of hatred, will be-

judged as days of loving.

Those words of curse, will be -

turned into blessing.

That look of despise, will be- 

seemed pleasing. 

In my absence! , in my absence! 

 

Waiting for that age, is a ravage, 

as, our life is like  lightning! .

Stop this look of despise, 

words of curse, frenzy.

 

Even in a drop of blood, I hold love for you.

If the heart is cut into two halves, it reflects your face.

The stomach longs for a mug of love in turn.

Ears yearn for words of tenderness.

 

Even if you love me or not, 

at last, as I am taken to the pyre, 

two eyes will be groping for you.

Next day in the grave, it'll remain as two roses! 

 

 

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