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.
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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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