What Have You Done To Me?

this sky, this moon this solitude- and I am/ alone in terrace. and then- there you come- with smiling eyes dancing hips playful bosom. softly you come gently you touch. you whisper- 'why are you so sad? ' don't you know? don't you know- my sorrow, my grieving my ache, my pain within? you are here yet, you are nowhere. in whistle of wind I hear your whisper; in murmur of leaves I hear your laughter; in smile of moon I see your gesture. in joy, I stretch arms to embrace you in ecstasy, I open lips to kiss you. alas! My hands end up/ embracing emptiness my lips end up/ kissing darkness. my heart aches, soul weeps, tears roll down my cheek. the bliss of silence turns to curse of loneliness. the smile of moon turns to ill fate's ugliness. the whistle of wind turns to painful noise. why your presence brings me so much laughter: but absence/ brings me so much despair? why your kiss so short lived but agony of my lips/ so permanent? why your whisper so sort but cry of my soul/ so eternal? why bliss of your bosom so little but starvation of my heart/ so enduring? Then- moon hides in depth of darkness; night embraces painful silence. and with them- my hope sinks/ into abyss of despair; my heart aches/ with soft murmur. see, even moon can not witness me writhing. night can not watch me crying. what have you done to me? what have you done to me? it's strange that- you pain me so much yet, my love for you grows deeper. you hurt me so much yet, my craving for you grows stronger. what have you done to me, my love what have you done to me? © Arun Maji