The Shadows....A Poem by Kshitij SrivastavaVillanelleThe
shadows, they keep me forever haunted Drearier
than masters of their own like
soft skin on palms, only lines distorted.
Gradually densifying until we
get bonded, the most
infertile of blends ever known. The shadows
they keep me forever haunted
Tried
pushing a w a y these
remnants not wanted, but they
keep emerging with enthusiasm unmown like
soft skin on palms, only lines distorted.
A stream
of denial, my life, always daunted reasons,
they further add to my groan The
shadows, they keep me forever haunted
Letting go
in her hours, wretchedly disjointed Today I
reap all that I had sown like
soft skin on palms, only lines distorted.
Expectant
eyes while sharing about the new life
mounted, As dead as she, are now my wishes
to adorn the shadows, they keep me forever haunted like soft skin on
palms, only lines © 2015 Kshitij SrivastavaAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on July 29, 2015 Last Updated on July 31, 2015 Tags: Villanelle, Shadows, Guilt AuthorKshitij SrivastavaKolkata, IndiaAboutI am just a regular guy from India, 42.5 years away from the average expected life here. 😸 Before signing up on wc, the last time I had written something was during school. Very recently, I g.. more..Writing
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