You are no more in my heart

You are no more in my heart

You are in my eyes, and wets everyday

Heart, I lost to else

But not tears.

What pain, for loving me?

What gold, for not loving me?

You were little, I was little

Like the sun and the shade, rain and an umbrella

Beneath the circular canopy of the sky

Your wetted tongue kissing against my lips-

Embraced, curved in your immortal touch:

We bathed naked.

I laid my chest on your soothing breast

Touching the cascading hair: we made the virgin love

Thus, adding life to my days

At heart, not in eyes

Tonight, I add days to my life

Not at heart, filled in my eyes:

Wetted my whole life  

                                                                                         _Sajan Rai

The Drunken Poet

                                               -Sajan Rai

 Like all that the hundred men made

And the thousand poets wrote

I saw nights wrapped the days, and I wrapped her with my arms

When all the beauties shiver, I gorged on her love and survive

With her eyes, I saw my frailty-she appeared soul in me.

Now I defy the truth- she left me

The vengeance came, and I loved her again-

Akin the sky and the soil

The distance bargained for untouched closeness.

Now I stand, my love lay; my nights, her young day

And why the same yesterdays we shared?

On her last letters I slept; reading the story of my immature love;

Half alive; I saw myself reciting the death.

I veil the story; I sealed those sweet tempest.

She was the pen of my fate, if all the inks are like her

The crowd of love would recede and only the drunken poet shall live in.

I woke up and turned back once;

 And I walked again, but she like

A silhouette, lingered among the twilights of our last night.