Saudade of Thine

Saudade of Thine

This pleasure agonizes me,
And its ailment has turned,
To a twinge of amaranthine.

I should wander no more,
And spawn, thus, no further,
These jell-o poems of mine.

And twiddling words, thence,
Can jump the picket fence,
And saunter... until sunshine.

For they must return to me,
Before I retrocede to a glen,
Betwixt... Saudades of thine.

तू जो यहाँ है... मैं भी यहीं कहीं मिलूंगी,
कम, न ज्यादा, तुझ जितनी ही खिलूंगी।

O’ Seer

O’ Seer

O' Seer!
The fear,
It still is there.

Your presence, 
Forbearance, 
Forebodes it,
Subsumes it,
Consumes it;
And a redolency such benign,
Inundates the tiniest of its signs;
But to last only until, 
You are here...
And then... again I,
Should totter back to my lair.

It still is there,
The fear.
O' Seer!
O' Seer!

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