A RETURN
Where did those
days go?
Why did I not
enquire after you
enough
in these last two years?
I just stood on the
other side,
with eyes of fear
stared blankly
at your
scattering,
wandering
downfall.
I have it in my heart
that you
did not erase me
from your greener memories,
did not exercise
the maturity
to turn away.
But
I'm just another
Coward.
I could not
look at you
with the same
longing pair of eyes....
I was
choked
under the knees
of my own
circumstantial
defeat.
***
Oh
my friend!
I was
stricken with
wild surprise
yesterday
and this morning
to look
at your
changed
appearance.
You seemed
so utterly alone.
What happened
to your open grounds?
To the freedom
of swaying
leaves and plants
that always had
a propensity
to induct
Nature
even on the
most scalded days?
What happened
as these two years passed
without my presence here?
And all mortals
disappeared,
birds,
crying for former times,
chose new branches
as homes,
across these banks,
the river
faded with the years
and little
saplings of
conflicted emotions
ambushed
the sheer sensitivity
of this return.
***
I did not cry.
I just kept pacing briskly,
avoiding your gaze.
I'm running from
the caves in my head
in which
all your open avenues
went to die.
****
Forgive me
if my farewell
made this site
sleep on its prickly bed
and swallow
all its liveliness.
This has
happened
at the end of these days.
Now,
we must
believe in these stark
truths.
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PoetryI present to you my new collection of poems which will be reflective of my present states of mind and compel me to translate my deepest desires and waves of thoughts, brimming with emotions. ...
