Leaning on this iron fence…
A butterfly…
Just flipped and whirled around
A flower!
…followed that wind,
And flew away…
To be never seen again!
I realized…
This sun shines…
And it always does…
These clouds assemble
And they disperse...
Things are on pace…
And they always were…
Yes, they always will!
And shall always be in this chain!
Except me!
Who walks in this present…
With this mind
Entangled!
In the tapestry of that past!
No wonder, this time!
For I know…
The memories, I am in
Won’t last!
When these memories,
Knock this door,
I let them in...
For they shall…
Accompany this loneliness!
They drag you
To the moments,
And the laughter, my folks
That shall never
Visit your home again!
I want to travel back
To that time,
A decade ago and hence…
Just wish to be there
Forever…
For the time, I am in now!
Has no charm left behind…
Tell me,
This is just a mere dream,
When I shall wake up!
I will find you
Next to me!
Bereaving, though…
You cherish the unseen presence
That does exist!
In this yearning pain!
I always tried to win
This loss!
But in vain!
…Away, I move…
Down the memory lane!
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
12:00 am, 20th August, 2013...
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© 2013 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
