YOU NEVER PROMISED ME A ROSE GARDEN Your name keeps buzzing inside my grey matter all thru the day Sometimes its an inaudible whisper Sometimes like an unbearable thunderstorm Sometimes it makes me smile in the middle of an official dinner I see you not sitting across me smiling Maybe I seem like a fool.... with blank eyes to my fellow dinner mates Because my sight just beholds thy image Sometimes it makes me shed tears on my pillow I see you not on the pillow next to mine Your buddha eyes ....gentle and endearing Filling me with peace and gratitude To have been loved by you.... i feel finally I have been loved. You told me that the touch was not the essence of our love. I should feel.... Yes i feel the contour of your lips as my fingers trace them in the air. Yes i feel your aroma in the air I breathe Yes I can feel your gentle laughter resonate in my ears... The gentle cool breeze from over the mountains transformed over the plains as it immerses me in your warmth. It was the air you exhaled that I inhaled to feel alive..... With bated breath I awaited.... To take a walk on the wild side with thee..... But then you turned away into the woods… A vacuum once again…. But then ….. you never promised me a rose garden…. By Onir 22nd November 2013