Denied

Deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die.

–Pablo Neruda

It is the sheer feeling

that mere thought

that I can be turned down

for the most beautiful

wonderous feeling

on the face of this earth

a feeling so deeply woven.

into the fabric of our hearts.

The core of every being

that echoes

the reason for your existence

the feeling

the constant irk,

the absence of which gnaws at

my soulful heart

It’s’ eccentricity

and the oddities

I can still feel flowing in my veins

and the numerous forms it takes

when you call out its name

it turns you into a magician

who skillfully can erase all the pain

It resurrects you and

molds in you into the forms

with its fleeting touches

and a seraphic soul

tuns the mortal into divine

with the intoxication it carries

can turn your blood

into that vintage wine

It sculpts its home

in the deepest corners

when the puny feelings

abandons it

it embraces the heart

and nurtures it

like a loyal servant,

skillful in his art

Deep seeded in the serenades

most beautiful of the lullaby

its finds its harmony in the aubade

when the sun rises to shine

it shares the richness in the

Polaris that shines brightly

in the heart of the night

keeping the celestial love

burning with passion

that are eons apart

I am still left amazed

that I can be turned down

for the most beautiful feeling

deep seeded in my loving heart.

–Megha

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