His existence,

a shimmering mirage.

An embodiment of reverie and deceit.

His name,

a sweet lullaby that makes me dreamy.

A holy chant that awakens my inner beasts.

His piercing blue eyes,

haven for raging storms of venom.

Β A fathomless ocean threatening to drown me whole.

His mind,

a dangerous territory.

The devil has trapped me there for eternity.

His mouth,

skilled and addictive.

A magic spell that is too strong to break.

His chiseled body,

like a lifetime’s work of a passionate sculptor.

Reincarnation of the Greek Gods.

His calm mannerism,

like a sea that has battled the worst of storms.

The mystifying silence that puts words to shame.

His touch,

a sensation that burns into the skin.

The kind that leaves a sweet ache lingering.

He is the book I read and re-read,

and happily stay pressed among its pages.

Suffocated and intoxicated, yet gloating in a thousand sentiments.

He is the desert while I’m the lone wanderer,

looking for an oasis within his barren heart.

Like a moth drawn towards fire, knowing its a death trap.

He is the journey that has no end.

The more I explore, the more I find.

Life feels like a treasure hunt, with him by my side.

He is not a dream but a nightmare that freezes my heart cold.

My escape from reality.

My paramour.


About SK Rajeshwari

I am an incurable bibliophile, dreamer, writer, poet and connoisseur of all things beautiful. This blog 'My Cosmos' is my first love and nothing pleases me more than constructive feedback for my write-ups. My second love is books. I am an insatiable and roly-poly bookworm. Books teach me how to explore the world inside me and the ones that are outcomes of someone else's unadulterated imagination. What beautifies my existence is the endless walk I enjoy putting on those shoes of imagination. Step into my world, feel my poems and allow your wandering soul to be hypnotized by the fragrance of the captivating manifestations of my dreams, experiences and imagination. Allow this feeling to creep into your being and let your nerves speak the language of beauty and artistry. Bienvenido :)

Posted on November 19, 2016, in Poems and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 20 Comments.

  1. Explores the mystery behind him in a subtle way.. Good one. πŸ™‚

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  2. very nice choices of words an presented very nicely.

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  3. Intense, dark n brilliant..loved the intensity of love in it..let that love live forever.

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  4. Extraordinary creation. Loved each line of it. Nicely penned indeed. πŸ™‚

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  5. Compelling and haunting. Amazing work of verse, Rajeshwari.

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  6. Interesting poem. My favourite bits were the darker lines, such as being drawn to him knowing it’s a death trap, his heart being described as barren and the line “He is not a dream but a nightmare that freezes my heart cold”. Perhaps he could even not just an aloof Mr Darcy but a full-blown sociopath/psychopath incapable of truly ever loving someone.

    I also wasn’t entirely sure whether to interpret him as a “real” person who the protagonist of this poem (try not to make the mistake of assuming that poems are from the writer’s personal perspective just because the word “I” is used and do get that it’s a work of fiction) is tragically in love with despite him being so cold or whether he is a fictional character even in the protagonist’s universe in the sense of someone that the protagonist has imagined – an ideal – which the protagonist would like to be with but can’t, as nobody in her life measures up to this “Greek god” with a chiselled body that she imagines – possibly due to reading so many romantic novels (so he’s an escape from reality in terms of something to fantasise about but perhaps setting the bar too high from the physical point of view stops her from finding a more real love, which would be tragic).

    Don’t feel obliged to answer which way it was intended. Currently suspect it’s the former but kind of hope it’s the latter. πŸ˜‰

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    • Thanks for your thorough reflection on my work. I’ve come across many readers who just breeze past and don’t bother reading between the lines. And then there are few like you who reach out beyond the surface of words and try to understand the writers emotions. I’m taken aback with this kind gesture. Thanks πŸ˜ƒ Now coming to that interesting question of yours, the answer is the latter. I admit that I’ve been hopelessly in love with too many fictional characters, both men and women. But I’m somehow more inclined towards tragedies rather than happily-ever-after stories. And hence I fantasise more of men like Mr Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights, who destroys himself and those around him owing to his reckless passion. And that, my friend, is the inspiration for poems like this.

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      • Thank you for your response and pleased to hear that it was actually the latter rather than the former interpretation that you had in mind. πŸ™‚ It worked much more for me taken like that. Definitely picked up on the tragic nature of the love and was quite surprised by some readers comments along the lines of “Don’t let go of that love, no matter what!” under this poem. With a tragic love like that, I wouldn’t feel comfortable saying that (I’ve experienced a real-life tragic love in the past…trapped in a volatile abusive relationship for 10 years. Now I’m enjoying a calmer, nicer love story with my fiancee).

        I will read some more of your poetry during my next day off from work.

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      • Trust me, I was equally baffled by that comment. And yes, only the one who has shed bitter tears knows to appreciate the value of true love and happiness. I’m glad you’ve found your love story. ☺

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