Purple Haze

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Eyes, suggestively innocent, yet stunningly wide,
the darkness and depth of another world inside,
Forming and turning, unaware of any peril,
A plethora of emotions unraveling at will.

Let your hair flow, wherever it wishes to go,
Leading me all over the silk route and back,
Imaginations of the wildest strongest sort,
Temptation all too strong for now to evade.

Passionate is your touch, I can imagine,
All through your fingers let your love slip,
Don't hold it too tight, or your bosom may burst,
Let me love every bit of you that you deserve.

Over drinks one too many, I saw you sitting nearby,
sipping quietly, staring at me maybe?
Freudian projection or blissful imagination,
whatever it is that tempts, I want to give in.

And I cannot believe, as you come sit next to me,
and all the emotions of never before,
come unfurling in convulsive stupor,
rattling my senses, shards of words escape.

And you smile, ever so gently as if all is fine,
and you sip your sip and look back at me,
expectantly maybe, and I stammer,
and you chuckle inexplicably and so do I.

And how I sway absorbed,
by every little gesture that your eyes conjure up,
A sea of change lies before me,
and I want to drown myself into the waiting hands you extend.

And the agony now of the every inch afar,
is now piling on the listlessness that pervades,
But the music alas broke the listlessness of the night,
as purple haze drifted inexorably into sight.

Purple haze, like the breastwork that separates,
a plunge into oblivion from the life I live,
like the plunge into your mind but where are you ?
the purple haze is whirlpooling me away from you.

Where are you? I gather myself, to look around,
the bartender knows you not, nor the man who sat alongside,
where are you, my love of the night?
Have you just disappeared into the purple haze that clouds my life?

Are you like every other, or is every other just the same?
Is there no other like some other or was love never mine?
The purple haze that surrounds my life,
maybe its this purple haze that I fear.

Kartiek Agarwal

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