Wooden TearsA Poem by Pratik
Don't you just love those long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn't just an hour - but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands - and who knows what to do with it?” ― Tennessee Williams (A Streetcar Named Desire)
Some prayers are answered Before the sky turns lemon-grey. Thus one day, not far beneath, My frozen steps hailed the Sunday dunes, Walking down the forest path, I greeted the thousand lanterns that you had lit, Their flames quavering on walls of pearly white. As I gazed down at the face- unblemished by time, Our travels were reborn - those gyrates in the Scottish glens, Where the nurtured bluebells and shy violets, Had wept on my foot sores. That was a long, long time ago, What has gone by can never be. But today there are no complains, all wrongs undone, Never mind the time-this wicked, woolly afternoon, amidst softness and rains, Together, let us sow the buds Of tabooed tales and Wiccan dreams, Promises and poetry; Books and beyond, They don’t betray the Inner Sea - cascading waterfalls on cosmic shores, For this flesh is cast in a wooden frame, That curbs the waves in taverns of sunset tangerine. But I know, in the shallows of your nervous laugh, Sometimes you can hear their aqueous murmurs- like a rustle through the leaves. Their rhymes too weak to reason with you, But know this - long after you are gone, gone away once more, I will keep this happy story alive. Until the buds raise their humble heads, I will feed them with these wooden tears. And in my last days, when I know you won’t be around, The blossoms of our creations will put me to sleep, In the rubble of a Viking graveyard. © 2012 PratikAuthor's Note
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Added on September 3, 2012Last Updated on October 5, 2012 AuthorPratikRaleigh, NCAboutHello! I am Pratik Mukherjee from Calcutta, India - the city of Mother Teresa and the famous poet Tagore. My pen name is Aaran, a variant of the word 'Aran' and derived from the Aran Islands, a gro.. more..Writing
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