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Jealous

Yes I am jealous.
Absolutely green with envy.
Jealous of the Sun and the Moon,
Their forever love story.
Jealous of how it seems like Time stops for them.
The Sun and the Moon
Frozen in space
Coexisting since forever.
They can’t touch
But they can see each other all the time.
I am absolutely green with envy.

Yes I am jealous.
So much, it rips my heart apart.
Jealous of the guitar and its strings,
Their musical, melodious love song.
Jealous of how they always stay together.
The guitar and its strings
Making music, making love
Incomplete without each other.
They can’t touch
But they can see each other all the time.
I am so jealous, it rips my heart apart.

Yes I am jealous.
Its killing me everyday.
Jealous of the moth and the flame,
Their enigmatic attraction.
Jealous of the undeniable pull.
The moth and the flame
The moth wanting the warmth
The flame wanting the company.
They can’t touch
But they can see each other all the time.
I am dying everyday.

Yes I am jealous.
Oh so jealous. So much.
Of the grey clouds and green leaves
Of the waves and the palm trees
Of poets and poems.
They can’t touch
But they can see each other all the time.
You and I dont even have that.

-Sripurna.

I would love to hear your opinions. 🙂

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Before & After

Before I met you

I used to write

Poems that rhymed.

 

I used to walk

With my shoulders hunched

Before I saw you enter a room.

 

Before that day

I only used to stay up late

To get lost in the world of fiction.

 

I was least interested

In any form of social networking

Before I had your name and number.

 

I only listened to pop

Ignored the classics

Before I heard you.

 

These days, I listen to classics

Eagles and Floyd,

Because you love them.

 

I change my statuses

On social networking sites

More than often, to catch your eye.

 

I lay awake at night

Waiting for your texts,

And chatting with you the days I’m lucky.

 

These days, I walk with tall

Not with the same swagger as you,

But near.

 

But most importantly,

After I met you

My poems lost their rhyme.

 

-Sripurna.

Happy World Poetry Day, especially to all my muses who will never read my poems, but are the reason I write.