Tendril

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somebody  from the crowd

said

be it  as  it may

why  it should  be

and  how long , i  don’t  know

the wooden log , dry,

life less , separated  from mother tree,

some how aspires  to be

in the middle  of  lively meadow

not   in the midst  of  midnight  despondency,

to  witness  the  preheated fantasies

going   evaporated , through  the window,

black  in the  night,

singing  a  semitone,

time  and  again.

You  know

it  is  difficult  to duplicate  the feelings

though  new aurora  may bring  varied new colors,

a  different  genre,

the  heart  still  craves

to  revolve around  the  sun  of  you

in  a  neoclassical  way,

with  renewed  precocity

to  draw  a  herbaceous  border

that  flourishes

with  the  tendril  of  you  being  near me,

ingrained.

 

Kamakhya

 

Image Credit : Pixabay

 

 

 

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8 comments

  1. Infinite Living · October 2

    Loved the imagery you created with your words!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. GILDASPOEMS · October 4

    Beautiful words, touching sentiment. Lovely Kamakhya!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. sriharshinee · October 13

    Beautiful sir ❤✨

    Liked by 1 person

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