Last time

When was the last time
I took a pen and paper
To pour my emotions
As tears, smiles and laughters ?
When was the last time
I called you to talk unendingly
On the views eyes captured
And the voices ears picked ?
May be in the last monsoon
May be in a monsoon years before
May be on a day from our ancient dream.
As of now, I’ve mastered the art
Of collecting everything inside
One by one as storeys –
Views over voices
Tears over smiles –
I don’t need a pen or paper
Or your time you keep always with you
To live over my days.

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About Fathima Manal

Dreams,fantasies,words and rhythm-other than skin,bones and muscles I am made up of these.With every drop of blood that my heart pumps,a new dream forms in me.With every breathe,i take the surroundings too inside me.And my poems are just the minute regurgitants of what i accumulate within. I am a doctor from Kerala,India,who should not be supposed to but is in deeply love with words and books more than medical books.Hope you enjoy my poems......

4 thoughts on “Last time

  1. Nalini Srivastava

    Poem displaying art of introspection and how an introvert heart prefers talking and keeping to oneself to save from heartless ways of the world.


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