What is this that overwhelms me so,
makes me weak of resolve when I try to forget.
My efforts to distract myself fail me,
and all I am left with is emptiness without you.
My mind cries for you always,
mine heart calling to be answered.
Every heartbeat calling to you
calling, of the depth of feeling to be heard.
The restlessness that has overtaken me,
denies me peace and fills me with longing;
a desperate need to be acknowledged
and be of substance in your eyes.
Why do you keep silent?
I only seek to know your heart.
Every time I draw near,
you turn your face away from me.
I only ask to be heard,
the desire in my heart to be understood.
The warmth of your laughter,
bids my failing heart, arise.
Bathe me with your shy glances,
touch my hand as you pass by,
turn to look at me as you walk away,
smile at me so I may be whole.
~ Pandit,
that sappy Indian bugger.
Image: Vintage Art - Lady with Tennis Racket
