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
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after the long nattering
your abrupt silence
made me evaluate
where i had gone wrong
where is the scope for amendment
on my part
questioning the answers
and answering the questions
i confronted on my way
the fear of loss
and hope for a happy comeback
engaging me all through out
making me looking out for
the locksmith of hope
to unlock the deadlock
i told my heart
to stay cool
to persevere
it is nothing more than
an obscure patch
may be a swing of mood
don't know why
this time
the normalcy did not return
your silence taking longer
to get dismantled
longer enough to reinstate
the original comeback!
leaving behind
the memento of that long silence
with me
for ever
Kamakhya
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