A voice breaks my reverie;
 One that I've heard before,
 Not startled,
 They grow louder , more calming.
 I flip a page,
 Back to years ago-
 To a haunting memory, a smiling face,
 Etched forever in time.
 I am so alone
 My thoughts echo unbearably
 In my loneliness I allow-
 An indulgent hallucination.
 I dream I was there
 Part of forbidden conversation,
 Now I am in so deep -
 I can't get back.
 Comfort so ethereal,
 Surrounded by ghosts of the past,
 An outstretched hand-
 All but tendrils of smoke.
 A distinct memory;
 Begins to evanesce,
 My darkest desire,
 Hovers; just out reach.
 An eyelid flutters
 A gaze cast out the window,
 A wisp of white
 Dazzles by....
 The ghosts come a -  haunting
 I know you will let them stay.
Refutation of some rank nonsense
2 months ago
 

5 comments:
This is beautiful Shilpa. Plain beautiful.
Serene poetry... Very soulfully writtten
Good one!
:) i luuuuuuve ur writes!
lovely.
Som - Thanks a lot..
Parikshith - Thank you.
Aneesh..Thank you sir!
Cyn- high praise!
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