Wednesday, 1 September 2010

Poetry 2010 Longlist Sneha Subramanian Kanta

He Is Quick

He is quick, thinking in large images
I’m not quick; I keep thinking all the time
The arch of his brow keeps unwanted people at bay;
And I look at things; a multitude of emotions sweep me away
He seems to look vulnerable when he sleeps
I hardly get sleep; as I sit awake gazing at him
He is steadfast, quick to retort
I look at myself in the mirror wanting to cry
He walks away a mile with me
Hand in hand
And there are something’s in life
Difficult to understand
He moves away swiftly from troubles, keeping them at bay
And I always waiting for him, always something to say
He is gentle, yet so firm
I’m sensitive and vulnerable, unyielding to the tough winds that come
His touch sends a thousand swords blazing
And my gaze penetrates deep into his soul
He is a master at the way he throws his charm at me;
And I sit wondering how much in love I am
He walks away a mile with me
Hand in hand
And there are something’s in life
Difficult to understand
He loathes the absence; and wants to return quick
I sit facing the infinite abundance of the sea
Waiting for him to return from the other side
Waiting for him to return from the other side
He walks away a mile with me
Hand in hand
And there are something’s in life
Difficult to understand

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