Tuesday, November 8, 2011

of that life ... of that love ...

I dedicate the poem to my friend late Mousumi Ghosh whose vibrant laughter ringing through Calcutta University corridor and that special warm hug is still vivid in my mind.

Of that mile, of that walk,
what remains
is only a stillness.

these tombs are like doors
that wouldn't open anymore
and yesterday got accidentally
locked inside.

I sit there in silence,
waiting,
watching the sky grow lonlier,
wishing for an october
that has gone by;
some says music still plays beyond.

and then I know
when it rains,
and you think I am not looking,
 you come;
and so do the others,
with the smell of monsoon in your hair
your lips holding the same smile,
only the voice, different, like from an other world;
you come
when you think I am not looking
but I look
and see everything
that I should have seen yesterday.

posted for http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

20 comments:

Kathy Bischoping said...

Ooh, that second stanza of tombs like doors is just lovely! And the sea change in the ghost's voice, as well.

suvaiba said...

any poem dedicated adds on so much of love to the plain black and white letters ..:) <3
i hope ur frnd reads it..! :)
its beautiful ..!:)

Rose said...

Your sadness is palpable dear Celest. a beautifully written tribute stitched with the thread of regret of only seeing now what you should have seen yesterday.

Helen said...

... a lovely poem. Full of meaning, wisdom.

Rachit said...

smell of monsoon in your hairs.. ohh beautiful :)

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Kay said...

a really lovely and poignant magpie..x

The Orange Tree said...

the sky grows lonelier?

love the line, well done,

Margaret said...

...I see everything that I should have seen yesterday

Learning from the past, from loved ones now gone, is a beautiful thing!

Tess Kincaid said...

Wishing for an October that has gone by...lovely...

Arnab Majumdar said...

Heartfelt poem...

Cheers,
Arnab Majumdar
ScribbleFest.com

The Unknowngnome said...

It's a beautiful dedication.

Mary said...

Moon, this poem touched me greatly, bringing tears to my eyes, as it expressed your loss so strongly and well. I, too, have lost someone in recent months; so I felt it from my perspective, and what you wrote had the ring of 'truth.'

ayala said...

these tombs are like doors
that wouldn't open anymore
and yesterday got accidentally
locked inside.....My friend, I love your words. A great dedication.

Cяystal said...

This one produced so many images before me .. what a beautiful play of words!

Brian Miller said...

nice...some really cool lines...the tombs like doors line and the monsoon smelling hair....nicely done piece...

Adura Ojo said...

Love these lines, Moon. The last two are beautifully sad.

keiths ramblings said...

Simply beautiful.

Carrie Burtt said...

So many beautiful lines in this.... a lovely poem.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

What a beautiful write and I would like to think that loved ones do watch over us from somewhere beyond. Beautiful!

Anna :o]

The Gooseberry Garden said...

amazing imagery, handsome work.

welcome sharing a random or relevant poetry with us today.

:)