The Wandering Lover
By Fiza Pathan
Since this lover has witnessed your departure
She has been dreaming sweet wishes of your return.
In sorrowful fits in the darkness of my reverie, I dream
That it is me who wanders about in your territory
Among the members of your tribe.
I search for your home, but I find naught
What is my heart’s desire,
No droplet or driblet of your existence.
Oh my loving suitor of old
Do not abandon me in my sleeping vision.
Oh my sincere lover
Don’t let me roam in your land
Without hope of a purposeful finding.
This incubus inside my mind
Echoes your ancient promises
Like deposits on unheard sobs.
Oh my dearest one don’t let my nightmares
Search empty lanes and meander near the station.
Come back to me or witness
My unglorified spirit
Rambling in your garden in the dead of night.
There is distance overpowering my own grief,
To others my visions seem oddly amusing.
They laugh at me while I scream in my sleep,
Trying to call out your name when I imagine
Your terrains hills, plains, cottages and cathedrals.
I turn hoarse yelling out your unknown address
To every transport driver that I seem to imagine.
But they remain aloof from my awful sighs
Just like you they find my aimless amblings quite eccentric.
But I shall return again and yet again,
Searching for you who promised so much
And left me in melancholy.
The heat of the summer night may scorch my body
But to your home I will find my way yet
Some fateful day either in death or life.
Blessed will you feel if I am alive as you
Open your casement when I knock
For, if I return to you after passing away,
Your merciless asthenia shall be my camp forever.
Don’t oh sweet young man let this woman
Like the grim reaper rove,
Return to me or face my lament
Every night you try to rest.
Where do you reside?
Where must I go when sadness
Enters my deficient sleep of empty wants?
I will wobble to your house like a waif,
Take my place upon your doorstep like a gamin.
Open your egress when I knock
Or haunt will I your descendants forever
Till they are ruined to a fate worse than doom.
Copyright © 2013 by Fiza Pathan