There's No Going Back

when the hands

pressed my head,

unasked,

they didn't just wipe the pains,

gathered over the eons,

they filled the unfathomed vacuum,

of the years,

when the head

bowed 

and the folded hands

met my feet,

they didn't just mean thawing

of your frozen heart,

they didn't just stir my spirit,

they soaked and merged our souls

after countless years,

again!

once the ice melts,

there's no going back from there,

it becomes the unstoppable stream

when you penned the verses,

and ran out of words

you didn't just lend words

to your sealed thoughts,

you lit the flame of hope,

and became the wind beneath my wings,

when you prayed quietly,

for my pains,

and placed your tired hands,

on my head and chest,

you didn't just give me a nest,

in your wishes,

but opened your heart,

to me, 

unguarded again,

once you drew the blanket over me,

there's no going back from there,

it fused our bodies and paths forever

when the words flowed

with gratitude,

when the unsaid words,

were felt,   

in the quiet,

they didn't just speak volumes,

they meant a drizzle,

for a parched earth,

when the tears flowed

unguarded,

and your tired and heavy head,

rested against the strong shoulders,

and found a willing, a seeking chest,

they didn't just mean melting

of hearts,

they spelt unrelenting trust!

once the river pours into the seas

there's no going back from there

it just becomes the sea

© sashikant mohanty

Counting My Nights

i keep counting my nights
when the moon 
will cast your shadow on me,
when the breeze
will heal our wounds,
when the drizzle
will soothe our soul,
when you seek my presence
to usher in warmth to your world
when i can find me back
in your eyes,
again

i keep counting my nights,
when you'd be standing at the door, 
draped with hope,
when with excitement in eyes,
your hands 
would wrap around me,
when your overflowing eyes
would unleash a tsunami in mine,
when you speak
with a priceless silence,
from an unmatched closeness,
that only our hearts
could hear
again

i keep counting my nights
when the only fragrance i smell,
other than you,
is of the piping hot ginger tea,
when my heart finds a lease of life,
when your fingers are locked in mine,
when you sit by me,
shoulder leaning on the other's,
as we watch the birds
feed each other from their beaks,
when you don't utter a word
yet share the stories,
we shared,
and the epics we missed,
when we let silly nothings
become a habit,
again

i keep counting my nights
when we pick our stories
from where we left,
when the days would be short
for the nights to be long
and endless,
when the dreams
come unto life,
when we lose ourselves,
together,
to never part,
to be alone,
never again!






© sashikant mohanty