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Across the miles (post 23)


My post for today is a poem I wrote for Conde Nast traveller


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If there were no borders
No visas or passports 
And if countries were not 
Guarded like forts 

If distances were traversed 
As easily as thoughts
If life wasn’t a mass of

 Tangled up knots 

If unravelling a thread
 Didn’t lead to mayhem
If there was only us
And if there was no them 


If I was free as a bird
And at will I could fly
Then no force would stop me

 In your arms I would lie 

Or if I could teleport at will
 I’d turn up every day
We would talk face to face 

You would ask me to stay 

Instead I count the days 
Till I see you again
Each moment that ticks by

 Brings a fresh wave of pain 

We promise each other
That we will meet soon
We exchange countless texts

 And gaze at the same moon 

Across thousand of miles 
With each other we converse 
The laments we bury
The desires we nurse. 


And yet above all,
Two hearts thud in unison 

In secret they opine
I am already yours
You are already mine 


        **************© 2017 Preeti Shenoy

 

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© 2014 Preeti Shenoy
 

For more poems click here. Some poems have already appeared in print. Kindly do not reproduce without permission. - See more at: http://blog.preetishenoy.com/2014/08/do-i-tell-you-poem-blog-marathon-day-7.html#sthash.IopfCRtF.dpuf

Comments

  1. Great thought !
    I too yearn for a worl without man made boundaries.

    It made me remember the hindi song which I often hum
    "Panchi Nadiyaan Pawan ke jhonke
    Inhe sarhad na koi roke "

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  2. Read this first thing in the morning,beautifully written :-)

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  3. Beautifully written :) Your poem resonated with me at so many levels

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  4. Just brilliant. Human thoughts traversing with the speed of light. But barriers whether in the form of borders which are man made or limitations of nature on which human has no control.

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  5. Wonderfully written mam...

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  6. Such a lovely poem ma'am. :-)

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  7. Read this over and over again. It's so lovely!

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  8. Reminds me of beautiful song; Pankh Hote To Ud Aati Re... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kwI01TWbkfA

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