Mend

Mend

Sangita Ahmed

Unbind me, capricious love
For the sun is about to sleep
Do not brush my broken soul
With your playful fray
For I am the stream
That embraces you but
in dreams
I soak you in my love
Ready to drown with you

But alas !
Sweet love flutters
Like a dove ready to fly

Before I sink to depths
Of despair, grant me
Sweet oblivion
Release my broken soul
Unchain my heart
Unblind my eyes or
Leave me lie like pebbles
At the bottom of the stream
The caressing waters
Will be my retribution

The tender breeze of love
Once touched my soul
Like the wings of a dove
Now prepare for flight
To the endless blue sky
Alas! Cruel awakening!
Love, were you ever mine?
Love, did you not
Promise me eternity?

Mend my broken soul
If not with love then
Adorn me with fluttering
Wings
So I may elude painful illusion
Lift me up so I may behold
Elusive reality

Piece together my shattered shards
So I may be a Samurai sword
And pierce the love
That engulfs my being
And chokes my heart

Let me rise like the
Phoenix

Make me whole again
As steady as a rock
Impenetrable rock
Let the veins of
gold inside my heart
Be hidden in stone
for a million aeons
So I may live
And not shed a tear
Anymore!