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.
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:
Ooh, that second stanza of tombs like doors is just lovely! And the sea change in the ghost's voice, as well.
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 ..!:)
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.
... a lovely poem. Full of meaning, wisdom.
smell of monsoon in your hairs.. ohh beautiful :)
Weakest LINK
a really lovely and poignant magpie..x
the sky grows lonelier?
love the line, well done,
...I see everything that I should have seen yesterday
Learning from the past, from loved ones now gone, is a beautiful thing!
Wishing for an October that has gone by...lovely...
Heartfelt poem...
Cheers,
Arnab Majumdar
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It's a beautiful dedication.
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.'
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.
This one produced so many images before me .. what a beautiful play of words!
nice...some really cool lines...the tombs like doors line and the monsoon smelling hair....nicely done piece...
Love these lines, Moon. The last two are beautifully sad.
Simply beautiful.
So many beautiful lines in this.... a lovely poem.
What a beautiful write and I would like to think that loved ones do watch over us from somewhere beyond. Beautiful!
Anna :o]
amazing imagery, handsome work.
welcome sharing a random or relevant poetry with us today.
:)
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