Apart...

My car stopped in the rain,

Is it you or me in pain?

Three years ago it was our delight,

Today the seat’s empty and I only need a light,

 

The piano was filled with laughter and wine,

Those rides accelerated on a sinuous line,

Ice creams were so full of you,

Curdling milk and burnt toasts never had a clue,

 

Sunsets and gardens were so thrilled,

To see how we were so perfectly skilled

To converse over useless things,

Until that damned device in your purse rings,

 

But that was three years ago,

 

The ghost of the piano sleeps and cries

Reflecting over how life denies,

Strawberry, chocolate, vanilla ... choices were to blame,

A warm glass of milk, a perfect breakfast, never felt the same,

 

The rain doesn’t seem to stop today,

They can’t cry enough over the words I’d say,

Those pictures of you on the wall don’t lie,

The white garland on the big one will never die,

 

 

The sky blue or red, clouds white or grey,

I don’t think it matters anyway,

Time won’t stop for what is right,

I need to breathe... could someone give me a light?

Reviews

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. spectacular poetry, babu moshai ... ki odbhut ... if you write such poignant and beautiful poetry ... all your lights are on me ... gimme some time ... and you get a lifetime supply of lighters from me ... am so honoured and humbled to witness your poetic journey ... am not able to pick favourite lines ... every word and every line takes the reader ... with compact poetic composition and intensity of perfect emotional expression to that last line ... yes, the white garland will never die ... oh ta kokhuno hobe na ... beautiful poetry ... so beautiful ...

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the twist to the poem. Being alone with no lighter make the moment seem worst. I like the story in the words. Memories will sneak up on us on cold and lonely nights. A very good poem. Thank you.
Coyote