Every day I wake up calling out the fading dream.
Every day I smell fragrant recollections, though drying in my mind’s recesses.
Every day I avoid the overbearing shadows.
Every day I flounder on new and revisited paths, unable to tell one from another.
Every day I sing an elegy, while I put to sleep my fervent desires.
Every day I visit my garden of buried memories.
Every day I hug my only anguish, though in dismay.
Me, me!!!
- Sepiamniac
- Madras, TAMIL NADU, India
- Not an outdoor person.. prefer to get buried beneath books, music and movies... has these strange philosophies about life that might puzzle you. At the same time, likes to live life. Loves simple people, especially those who veil their formidable knowledge behind humility (The poems here don't reflect my mind or anyone else's. Maybe, just a patch of what various people go through.)
"Every day I smell fragrant recollections"
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Simply beautiful! I want to read this again and again.
ash ur comments are encouraging.. thnks :))))
ReplyDeletebeautifully written Jan
ReplyDeleteruk thnks..:)) will call you soon..
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