Yes……he Came Back To Me

Yes......he Came Back To Me long poem

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In death bed, I was, when he first came to me
breathing my last
Entangled by tubes…
Disentangling memories

He came in through the windows
As the doors were ajar
He struggled hard to reach me
But he made it for sure….

He whirled, whistled and swirled
Roared in through and through
Back in my ailing sleepy mind
I could sense his howls

Get up! get up!…he shook me hard
My eyes gaping open
My throat stiff dry
My limbs weak.. Heart hollow

Why won’t he stop
And let me be in peace
I am destined for a
Silent death… Much awaited, much loved

How dare! He dismantled
My breath support… (is he death….)
Here hear….what’s this
He is blowing in, he is my breath

Love! He calls me…jump up….fly
For we are awaited by world unknown
Am embraced….. Kissed,My curls dancing with his breath
His laughter burning me(why does he laugh this loud)

We traverse the vast planes…the valleys
He holds me tight, his heart pounds
He carries me in his arms
Till my legs are strong

My feet touch the hardest earth
Sun burnt my exposure
Thorns prick…. I bleed
where are you my beloved ?

There’s he, holding out his arms
Come.. come …come to me…
Far away on the Deoder branch..high
(WHY WON’T HE STILL CARRY ME…MY breath heating his hairy chest?)
Come dear….and he faded away….

My toes are bleeding… Throat dry
Washed and drank from the spring nearby
Oh!is it me….this beauty…face like a bloom…lips full…..
The reflection show me my transition

Realisation shook me…he came
Just to resurrect me from my past..The wind came
Uh! am left……..for ever?

Who wants the glorious days without him…
Who wants frolics, games and fame
Let me go back to that bed of pain
The wind will blow again am sure

For he can’t bear to see me tormented and frail
and He left his soul with me(knowingly?)
He will come back to me…. Let me
Wait for him in the thorns of Death

Yes ! yes! He came back to me…
To settle in my soul

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Dr. Anishia Jayadev

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Rashtrabhoomi Rashtrabhoomi

yeah once he will come back to me………Dr.Anishia ( nani )


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