You Soak My Heart

 

every time,
i didn't give in to the urge,
to call you,
a hundred thoughts clashed and crashed,
in my head,
and a thousand tides pounded my heart

if i penned down all the stories,
we couldn't shoulder,
over the missed years -
of the whispers in the dark,
and the murmurs of the heart,
of the unwritten letters,
and of the unspoken words,
of the gazing into the unlit skies,
fancying catching you gazing at them,
fancying you holding me in your gaze,
and,
and nursing the unnumbered dreams -
the books are sure to make
even the mountains shy

every moment,
you've been afar,
and i don't make it to speak,
is one more time i die,
and your gritty silence,
is like one more shovel of earth

every time,
i have waited,
my eyes watering hope,
my heart filled with longing,
it's been tryingly long, 
and, when you do come back, 
the words heart-wrenching, at times,
and, heartwarming, on the others:
whichever,
but you've never failed even once
to soak my heart!



© sashikant mohanty