Your presence
Your presence that
I feel in your absence
blinds my eyes,
it tears me apart;
the existence of me
as me, it seems
cannot be felt anymore,
all of my being
rendered meaningless.
Yet, I imagine your footsteps,
your disapproving, indulgent,
affectionate looks with their
layers of meanings, your
velvety voice, intoxicating
touch, suddenly bring me
back to me, like a thirsty
traveler whose tired feet
had just touched an oasis,
and who was kneeling down
to seek your forgiveness.
I feel you are giving me a hand
through the gentle waves
filling my tired, dried passage
with your passionate embrace,
with your quenching essence.
©Supratik Sen
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