Captive To Your Love

If I look at the sky, I see You there, playing with angels. So many angels out there, but you the sweetest, the brightest. If I look at the crystal moon, I see you there. Looking at me, you smile. Then, your lips move, you whisper. But I can't hear. Nothing can I hear. Keen to hear you, I ask loud- "What? What you say? " Your lips moving. I clearly see. I certainly know, they are for me. They, have to be for me. Yet, I can't hear you. I can't hear you at all. Emptiness entangles my heart, agony agonizes my abandoned soul. You remember? It's three years, you are gone! See, how fast time flows! All flow, all flow so fast! All, but my heart, my soul. They are still captive to your love. Would my heart be free ever? Would my soul part from you ever? May be, they don't want to be free! May be, they don't "Love" to be free! They love the pain, engraved in your smiling face, sculpted in your intoxicating grace. May be, pain is sweeter than honey! May be, freedom is not as free as captivity! Who knows? Would it really matter, if I know? I would still open my window tomorrow. I would still look for "You" tomorrow. I would still feel, my heart aches in sorrow. And "You"? You would still be there, looking at me, smiling. See, all flow, all flow so fast! All, but my heart, my soul. They are still captive to your love. © Arun Maji Painting: Eugene De Blaas