We have gone back to the start.
And I don’t know you tonight.
We have gone back being strangers
Detached souls, wandering in different pursuits.
On the horizon I meet him and her
Laughing and chatting I pass the days
At times stroll in sweet shade
At times burn with fiery rage.
Let it rain outside
As I flip through the pages
Of days bright, and nights spent in pain
Of ecstatic hours, making love in the rain
Or that song we had composed in the meadow green
While a morose crow kept staring at us.
At times we died loving
At times love died us living.
And I don’t know you tonight
I don’t wait, I don’t linger in my head
For I don’t know how it would have been
If there was You.
What touch of your lips, or clasp of your hand
Would resuscitate the souls gone mad?
4 comments:
the best that you have written so far...by a country mile.the last 2 lines were fabulous.there is an air of kamala das about it.truly remarkable poem.keep it up.
stained in thought...... will keep an eye on u....
http://blot-my-blues.blogspot.com/
where r u??? we want more....
something in those lines made me hear a rain... and later see it on an unknown window.
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