RAIN OF SEPARATION

What I asked for was a few drops of rain

from the sky  of your dark eyes

soaked a little in the pink  pain

of  my  bleeding heart

smacking  of the nutmeg

of  our  union.

And what you gave is

a curve of common rainbow

for a dream  ride

on which I  glide,

but to slide back

to a bottomless pit

where a mountain of memory

my head does hit

and  again I  bleed  thereon .

Is our love not worthy of this

as  we  part now

like two cursed comets

in  opposite directions

to escape from some  

 mythic emotions

of lost love

in the clouded sky

of our separation ?

comp. n copyright : saroj k. padhi

02/08/14