Written in 2018 – Page 8 – Hearts Still Care

Night

Published on April 5, 2018April 5, 2018 by Harpreet ChhachhiaLeave a comment

Oh, I cannot help that night has loved me

More so than any reality day brought;

For night has soothed my dreams and set me free

Of the insanity that life has sought.

The loneliness people gave is day born;

None of the hours of night has whipped my soul;

While day has taught me anguish and scorn,

Night vents sorrow and resurrects me whole.

Sunlight reflects all the wrong in this life,

I doubt not it has taught me well to learn;

But starlight held my futile dreams through strife,

And it taught me to soothe: I do not burn.

I give my love through night, to night I turn;

Through day I may pass, for night I yet yearn.

Scholar

Published on March 20, 2018June 19, 2018 by Harpreet ChhachhiaLeave a comment

The scent of intellect is cruel,
It disregards the shoulder of emotion,
The neck of subtlety,
And the breath that churns like waves of the ocean.

Its logic and reason are sharp cutting tools
That strip the covering off the breast;
It relies on no aspect of beauty,
Unless beauty passes some deductive test.

I am not quite certain of this scent
And its application on warm heart beats…
I cannot take pleasure in all that it wins over,
For I ache for all that it casually defeats.

Anniversary

Published on March 18, 2018June 18, 2020 by Harpreet ChhachhiaLeave a comment

I have had my heart torn open
And I have lost all my trust,
By the hands I loved –
They did what they felt they must.

Over time, my shredded heart
Knew whatever hope it stole,
In bits and pieces hope would come,
But never in an entire whole.

I have loved thrice before
And all love speaks of pain,
But I love and love and love and love,
Even though I have wished to refrain.

I never thought I’d love you –
So much so – when I thought I was done,
I never thought I’d fall in love,
When all we sought was a bit of fun.

You came into my life,
With your golden eyes and half smile,
And I thought I was wise and reserved,
But I was falling in love all of the while.

You lay in my arms and I lay in yours,
We never knew when love grew,
Plans changed and I found in myself,
Someone that I never thought I knew.

I expanded and my mind exploded,
With what I always wanted to feel:
Something so different, something so disparate,
To what I thought could live to heal

This torn, intellectual, stubborn, scared heart;
But it did, and it did it so well –
Your hands got intertwined with heaven
And you made me forget most of the hell.

I have never thought much of tomorrow;
It comes with its own steady pace;
I have here and now, and him and you,
And I have no desire to win any race.

You make me smile and you keep me warm,
In a way that eases my burden from all;
And though you stagger sometimes with it,
I am not the sort to let any love fall.

So here is to you, here is to me, here is to them
Here is to him, here is to her, here is to us,
Here is to our life today, at this moment,
And here is to all love that smiles and adjusts.