pregnant with innumerable days, countless
moments of frustration, fear and uncertainty
amid deepening dusk and volatile sunsets
have slipped into oblivion
once and for all.
Remember those tumultuous waves of passion
harnessed and kept in check
while we waited for the days to pass
one after the other.
That was the time when life crept on its
plodding as if age had sat heavy on its
our patience faltered not once but on
you wept at the games fate played, while
I stood motionless starting beyond the rising
sun...... lost in molecules of melancholy
Those silent evenings, while the moon washed its
face in the dark waters of the tank
the swaying palm fronds, the creak of crickets
and your averted face
screened with strands of cascading black
The lost tears, glistening pearls in the
silvery shafts, nourished the grass at your feet
while the evening crept silently by........a
minute at a time.
I seem to have lost track of those evenings,
the mornings.... the lonely nights, when my
dreams travelled a 100 miles every hour.....
........but like all waiting this
did end.... and for once a dream became
Poem © 2003 Shyamal Sarkar, all rights reserved
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