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Monday, March 21, 2011

A Still Night





A still night,

And yet the leaves danced,

The inaudible rustle,

Made her look askance.



Jumbled thoughts poured forth,

As her eyes stared blankly ahead,

At the unmoving scene,

Recollecting the said and unsaid.



A glance sideways,

Feigned order through the confusion,

Desires paraded as wishes,

And reality as illusion.



The seconds’ hand ticked slower than usual,

The beam of a car light shone and disappeared,

Dullness again,

A sketch of still life.



A circle of dreams,

Surrounding, bewitching,

A longing for the ‘different’,

An attachment to the ‘same’,

Rewinding words,

Doubting claims.



The reverie breaks,

Her eyes dart across,

At the still night,

No more dancing leaves,

No rustle.



Time has moved on,

She shuffles through the pages,

They appear blank,

The lines empty,

The ink too faint.



She breathes in deep,

She feels the sting,

She pats her eyes dry,

But still,

Her memories cry.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Incomplete

She sat by the door,
The breeze tiptoeing about her,
Her memory danced on the green stretch,
Playing out its role of before...

The present a tangle of regrets,
The past a faraway world,
A life of 'could have',
An unfinished dream...

The cold set in,
The blinds a barrier to the warmth,
A ray trapped in a webbed corner,
Too far to touch her with hope,
And Too slight to temper the cold.

Her eyes lingered on,
At the play of past recollections,
The wrongs stomped in fury,
The rights exuded affection.

The faint shadows,
Blurred and hesitant,
Slid towards her distant gaze,
Companions through the past maze...

A sad smile appeared,
She paused...
The slideshow of memories,
Stung her eyes,
The iciness thawed.

She wept,
Silent, unmoving,
The steady trickle,
A story of hope and defeat,
Of love, loss and yearning,
A story... still incomplete...