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I Have Longed
by
Durlabh Singh
Beyond the reach of the hoary hands
Free of flooded tongues without words
The silent testimony where stones speak
Trying to cut through accumulated agonies.
I have longed to traverse regions
Hand in hand with the seeds of the storm
Where protracted fingers will set forth
Drenched earth with the sprigs of thorn
Where the footprints of the expelled hope
Will leave no modus mark of banishment.
I have longed to traverse regions
Where eyelids get weighed
On a pair of greasy scales
For consummations in wilderness
Or for the geared splintered start
Where certain thoughts might secure
Symptoms for the ills of the heart.
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