BONDS UNFOLDING
PART I
Saudade - a nostalgic feeling to be close to someone you loved and lost.
They say it never goes away;
The first imprint on your heart
Of musical heartbeats
And priceless soul gazes.
They say somewhere in our hearts,
It yearns to mend.
To believe
And to breathe again.
That familiarity;
That synchronization
Of two hearts beating as one.
But it's long gone;
Lessons learnt,
Memories made
But the heart,
Like a faithful pup
Barks with joy
When you come around
With smiles
And intense looks.
But I know this.
For what it is,
Old habits, they die hard
And some love stories never want to die out.
So sue me!
If some days
I revel in the "what ifs" and "maybes" too.
PART II
Mizpah - An emotional bond between two people separated by distance.
Wish you were here with me,
Maybe we could dance in the rain together.
Wish you were a breath away,
Maybe I could turn you into a gheegle.
But I sigh.
So bad,
That I sigh.
I'm wandering thousands miles away from home
In a city of eagles.
And I don’t know if you ever see my star when you gaze upon the cosmos.
Distance had never been a due's pay
Till I met you!
With a text out of the blue,
I know you touch me
When I close my eyes.
You feel me hesitate ,
When I say it's alright.
But there's one thing you might miss;
Wish I could cuddle away with you.
Pretend I'm the tallest of us two.
I could stare deep into your eyes
And say ,
I found you when I was not looking.
You get me even when I'm brooding.
I'm bubbling my words again!
I hate the distance!
But this is what you do to me!
In nights of blue,
I wonder
Would your touch ignite
Like your thoughts did?
Would your caresses delight
Like your intelligence did?
I would never know
Till the thousands miles between us
Is broken.
PART III
Aspectabund- Emotions through face or eyes.
Her words are few.
Always in jumbo jumble!
Her books are filled
With the magic of her soul.
Their stares call out to her;
The peace,
The innocence blended with mischief.
They were kids.
They were safe.....
Till he came around
Flying across her
With a chunk of books!
She caught his eye
And he drenched in it.
"Sorry not sorry”, he said
They were a few of them
And he had just met one.
The beautiful sages
With tales and adventures
Hidden behind a lash.
Expressions of interest,
Of intent
Carved out in contours
Only few could speak;
Words that could only be read in the eyes.
PART IV
Mamihlapinatapai - a look shared by two people desiring to initiate something but neither wants to begin.
Tale as old as time;
They've been at each other's throats.
He keeps pulling on her braids and calling her cute.
She insists she's going to kill him soon.
Time and place,
She's been refining the details.
Old man tells another story tonight;
Tandi could forget Blue tonight
And enjoy Old Man's life tales.
But no!
Away goes her dreams.
Blue sits down with a wide grin on his face
And a wink for Tandi every time they are locked in sight.
She's burning green with fury.
But with every wink, Blue throws her away
She turns red
A little shade lighter.
Eighteen summers now,
And she's a beautiful woman.
She wears her hair long
And evokes magic with words.
Thanks, Grandpa, for all your tales!
She rakes her fingers through her hair,
Reminds her of an old habit of someone she knew.
Out of the blue, Mama calls
The family,
The dinner
In two days away.
A ride on a train
And she's home again.
A place like no other!
Until she hears her pet name, Tan.
How could she ever forget that voice?
She remains calm,
Tandi chooses to be civil
He's staring at her again.
She hopes to see the mischief and grin.
But what she sees
Is something she's only heard of;
Blue looks at her like a priceless clue
Why does it feel like they are the only
Ones on the table too?
Something is changing,
Her heartbeats - uncontrolling
When did their arms stretch?
How would it feel
If fingers touched?
Would it be a truce of some sort
Or just two hearts finally found a way
To synchronize?
No one dares to cross these boundaries.
Mama clears her throat
And fingers retreat.
But deeply they know
Things would never be the same!
PART V
Meraki - To do something with your soul, creativity or love.
Cheers!
To a melody played on the strings of our souls,
For yearnings that scarred us
And some made us whole.
Our smiles for each other,
Our hurts from each other
Our connections be guided.
The drums will play
Our tales of love;
Our sacrifices and flaws
Will boost our pride.
For a beating heart
Will a thousand times try
Love's jigsaw puzzle
Our excitement ignited!
Author:
ABISHAG SERWAAH KOHL
Shag is a young lady who is passionate about poetry and story telling. She believes in the therapeutic nature of writing and its processes.
To Shag, every story is worth telling and it is important we each own our story and also tell them.
Her inspirations emanates from animations, songs, family, relationships and love. She has published a couple of stories on Wattpad including her ongoing So Black and White. Shag has a blog where she usually writes (abishag419blog.wordpress.com)
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