Odd times

Don't know why 
a symphony of flashbacks,
a picturesque autumn
pervading the mind,
in scorching heat of summer,
knocks the door at odd times

tears beneath the brave postures,
guilt amidst the justifications,
knock the door at odd times

a vacuity
fills the heart at odd times
a pining to find the lost,
aches at odd times!


Kamakhya








8 comments

  1. Infinite Living · April 7, 2019

    So beautiful …these do come unannounced …

    Liked by 1 person

  2. ssidhi · April 7, 2019

    Beautiful.. short and quite impactful

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Sima Dash · April 8, 2019

    Short n meaningful … Perfect

    Liked by 1 person

  4. GILDASPOEMS · April 8, 2019

    Very beautiful, heartfelt & real poetry. God bless!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Springstart@life : Kamakhya · April 8, 2019

    Thank you Gilda so very much
    God bless you too

    Like

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