“My Conversation with Heart” (by Nisheeth Srivastava)

Heart!
Behold your thoughts,
She is so far,
And her love is burning me.
When she is close,
Your passions burn me.

Yesterday, her fragrance slowly touched you,
I was reckless I admit!
And then I opened that book with the dried flower she touched once with her lips,
You were brutally pierced with her fragrance,
You were bleeding and I was in pain.
But you were happy and I lament.

I warn you, O heart!
She is killing you,
And you are so ignorant,
You search solace in her arms,
And nights and days of her touch,
But, such treasures are only found in dreams.

Let’s make it simple,
You are not divine and our love with her is in no way like the union of angels,
We are just in our illusionary secret garden,
I am Adam; she is Eve and you;
You are the sinful fruit,
The wretched sinful fruit!
And we both want to love her!
But our love and meeting is chained by the
orthodox world.

You break free I know,
You fly with wings,
And then you are shot with an arrow,
You deserve it dear heart, for being so restless.
But what about me?
What should I do?

I am not the same and she has changed with time,
But you O heart!
Like a volcano are always ready to erupt,
You are always full of passion and love,
And you make my love infinite,
I admit!

You know, my dreams were broken,
And I cried and cried but my tears;
Yes! I had tears!
My tears never doused the fire of love,
But acted as a catalyst and burnt me more.
And Heart,
You know even if I kiss her,
Embrace her or just look her smiling face,
Her essence never leaves me.

Dear Heart!
If she comes, we will meet her in this life,
If not I know we both will wait till the end,
End yes end of our life,
But even if she is close,
Gives us shelter from the fire and sun with the swirls of her hair,
And her soft lips quench our thirst.
I know dear heart,
You will rejoice and beat the trumpets,
But dear heart!
One century is not enough to comfort my burning of millenniums,
I want to love her till infinity,
And my love for her is not like the sand of time,
Which cannot return,
I will return whenever she calls my name,
But still we wait for her,
Let’s be together till the day she comes,
You are happy dear heart,
Anything about her makes you happy.
I know!
But what should I do?

-Nisheeth Srivastava