A REMORSEFUL NARRATIVE
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Manas Bakshi (India)
Wordless moments.
Thoughts serpentine.
What rolls up in mind?
If everything could be started anew
Life would've been smooth,
Enjoyed in full
Not being twice mistaken --
Think of those days:
You came to breathe life
Into my song of sonority....
Words illumined with sparks of inner urge
Blew away autumn leaves
Of a fruitless past,
Warmth of love in wilful winter
Impregnated spring --
Just a heart-beat away
Summer was waiting
With Jasmine in bloom.
A rainy sky started soon scrawling
On the canvas of Nature
But you were not in mood....
Responding almost indifferent
To my prelude
Beginning with a new chapter
Meant for weighing
Our individual depth,
Bothering not the crazy bees
Humming restless.
You fancied some fascinating words
To adorn an insensate sandbed---
Days wore on
As fast as night birds hustle into
Their hideouts,
Between the waning old
And the glaring new pastures
In mundane view,
Our sickly hands prayed a helpless God
To check the fast falling petals
Of our never - to - come - back youth.
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