Swinging
March 1998
By Harvinder Kaur
Poems about ‘Timelessness with closed eyes’ and ‘You’.
Beneath the leafy,
luminous green,
swinging from nowhere,
to nowhere,
tasting timelessness
with closed eyes.
Hot, cool
shadow, light
playing the eternal play,
on a child’s swing.
You
I hear your footsteps
treading into my tomorrows.
Intuition stretches its arms
to touch your ethereal robes
…in vain
My soul remains inert
to every new face.
Forever waiting,
to experience
the rapture of recognition,
the quelling of this
mysterious ache,
of lives gone by,
or yet to be.
The enlightened onlookers would smile
at this mad search
of one flickering flame
for another,
in a melting ball of fire.
Or, are you like
Macbeth’s dagger—
A false creation proceeding form
the heat-opressed brain,
murdering my today
with mirages of golden tomorrows?
Only, why does my full stop
become a comma
every time I think of you?