Unaddressed Letters
And in the apogee of winter
Darkling I dusted off my old poems
And in the glimmer of the candle light
I saw certain glistening words
Not because they defined my love once
But they clung to my teardrops long ago
The Mythical Man
And then all of a sudden he broke all communication with everyone
And became more reclusive
Everyone's memory brimmed with him
And slowly the foam became a residue
Then he belonged to the past
And after a few years the residue too faded.
And then he became the myth
Emptiness
A bleak emptiness knocks on my heart
When abraded emotions are in a soothing sedation
And while the heft of desperation thrust me at full throttle
Let me heave a sigh of nothingness
And when I shamble across the shoreless stream of emptiness,
Offer me anything to succumb
At the Gate of Mercy
Prithee, I cannot alter my past
And I know not how long will this closedness be lasted
Perhaps prolonged or perennial
Then I'm destined to wait eternally
And I will wait and wait and wait
In front of this hingeless door
Yesterday's Flowers
Yesterday's Flowers we are
Withered and charms lost
Have seen better days and
Have no more fragrance to permeate
The noses that enjoyed our fragrance once are
Cold to the smell now
A Transient Meeting
Ah! Yet again a transient meeting
We have traversed a long distance of silence
Once again in this eyot of happenstance
Nevertheless you didn't speak a word
Nor did I
Because the silence was eloquent
And I know this and,
I also know that you also know this
A thousand words in a glance
Loneliness
While everybody became grown-ups
I forgot to grow up
All of a sudden, I've felt I'm alone
They all have gone leaving the red abrus and red lucky seeds behind
And still I loiter in the childhood
With a bit of anachronism
Expecting those fairies in tales
To appear even in this loneliness
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