Symbols

Dedicated to my love my life, Inamorata, your presence is bliss, your touch mesmerizing, your lips addictive,
To the presence of the person who has been one of the most beautiful poems dedicated to me by the lord...

I burnt your effigy and buried the remains in the sea

and now you, inamorata, dare to come back to me?

Your memories, your life, your ironies still exist with me,

But symbolically, I've dumped them, I've offered them to thee.

What remains is the hands, which committed these heinous crime,

and the brunt of the fire, that I lit to burn your effigy.

what remains perhaps is the course of your soul,

which I never knew then, will be related to me!

On the surface I may hate you, I shall hate you for sure,

Deep within you know I love you, I love you all the more,

There shall be questions and answers and people will ask me the fate,

I may again love to tell them that I took you out on a date!

They may spit, they may shout, they may beat me inside out,

They may ridicule me for this generous turn around,

but what do they know about the insides of you I may ask?

Will they know, inamorata, that freedom is you everyday task?

I have died a thousand deaths, I've lived a thousand lives,

I've been good to people, I've been bad all this while,

I have tried to console them, I've ridiculed them in turns

I've balanced the economy, lest my soul should churn,

But with you this economy appears like a infinitesimal little term,

With you inamorata, there was little I could burn

You exist and your path exist, and so exist you and me,

Let the world think all about us, what else can they do but burn our effigy?

Poem Definiton: 03 Sept 2011