Everytime I close my eyes
there's a picture in there.
It lightens up me for a bit
and makes me feel capitulated.
Who else could that be, but for..
My taciturn moments which are forever
break their silence when a memory revives.
My horrid, ashen face suddenly turns amenable
and listens to the heart's renditions of the past.
Who else could do that to me, but for...
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| At Hemis Monastery, Ladakh. May '15 |
Cloistered by the shut doors and heart
I writhe within, with those blistering fragments.
Forever in a snit, a name brings me to life
and glues the million fragments together for a bit.
Sifting through just one name, it could only be..
My ruptured soul with punctured emotions
stays alive for a minute's interaction..
I look at my debased image with a flushed face
and remain nonplussed, for this was the inevitable.
None can have such control over me, but for YOU!
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RoHiT.... :-)
