Poetry
Why it's not me?
As I lift my eyes up from work and look
across the barriers transparent,
See you through turning leaves of a book
or glancing at a friend-apparent. Your eyes twinkling in passionate joy;
Ah, why it's not me beside you,
why the barriers I couldn't destroy? You keep on talking, smiling, often
laughing with the man amused in pride,
Sitting by you possessive, almost bluffing
as if a friend-philosopher-guide! You leaning to him in compulsive egress;
Ah, why it's not me near you,
why must I dip in wanton regress? You walk out with him in agreed pleasure
side by side away from me,
How close can you get I tend to measure,
perhaps parting never to be! You abiding by his demand and desire;
Ah, why it's not me calling you,
why not me pulling you in love so near?
Madan Shahu, a senior journalist, is a movie and music enthusiast.
across the barriers transparent,
See you through turning leaves of a book
or glancing at a friend-apparent. Your eyes twinkling in passionate joy;
Ah, why it's not me beside you,
why the barriers I couldn't destroy? You keep on talking, smiling, often
laughing with the man amused in pride,
Sitting by you possessive, almost bluffing
as if a friend-philosopher-guide! You leaning to him in compulsive egress;
Ah, why it's not me near you,
why must I dip in wanton regress? You walk out with him in agreed pleasure
side by side away from me,
How close can you get I tend to measure,
perhaps parting never to be! You abiding by his demand and desire;
Ah, why it's not me calling you,
why not me pulling you in love so near?
Madan Shahu, a senior journalist, is a movie and music enthusiast.
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