JC

........my JC........

anamika, for you:
my life, an abandoned lane
those dirt filled stretches, that summer of june
at the same place, frozen in time,
waiting for the traveller
who probably has vowed not to come
what was that date, what was that time;
when moon was promised; never to be given
waiting which crossed the limits of patience
eyes which got fixed in expectation
the leaf of time, which never turned,
as if trying to unwind the past
and then you came,as if
a leaf moved;
not a dry yellow summer leaf
but a green new leaf of spring.
your friend, jc

by Sir Frank Dicksee

...moment by moment
you stay near my heart
life is a sweet desire,
is what you say;
yesterday, I saw you,
in my courtyard
as if telling me,
to hold you in my arms;
things pertaining to people
who are mad in love,
is known by those people only;
the pleasure in burning
is known by parwane only;
you keep on calling me
by coming always
in my thoughts....

"The Proposal"
(1872) Adolphe William Bouguerea