If I cannot have you,
allow me to love
your shadow,
even though I
cannot hold it
close to my breath.
If I cannot lie with you
in the thorns and flowers
of romance,
leave me the clippings
of your finger nails
to put in a locket
next to my heart.
If I cannot free you
from the embrace
of another,
make of me
a waterfall that
has run dry
in the summer.
All my kisses
are cherry blossoms
in the winter.
Imagined on
the bare branches
of rejection.
I remember you
in every grain
of sand your feet
have blessed.
Remember you
in every mirror,
on the chance
that one of them
has seen you.
Author : Bobby Pawar
Storyteller. Poet. Engineering college dropout. Purveyor of f-bombs. And m-bombs. Former advertising-man. One of India’s most awarded creatives. If you Google ‘Bobby Pawar’, it will show three people. One was in prison. The second goes by @jesus_is_life on Insta. You will find him dangling somewhere between the sinner and the saint.
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