Sometimes,when we fought,we
Felt like two wayward kites
Entangled in the branches of the same tree–
But each parting saw a part of me
And a part of you
Walking away from us,towards their destiny–
We have ceased, with some sense,
Exchanging excuses,sitting by this stream
Fishing,but not for compliments–
Listening to old love songs before we sleep
Murdered by remixes:
Our Muses shut their ears and weep–
Your fingers trace the highways to immortal
Monuments we have never even seen in dreams:
After all,as you say,” Tomorrow is another normal.”
As deft and witty and wonderfully insightful a poetic sketch as one has come to expect from this author nonpareil.
Thank you very much,dear Louis.
Subtle romantic,the poem tries to normalize in a unique way the elusive nature of love
Thank you,dear Madhu.
Listening to old love songs before we sleep
Murdered by remixes:
Our Muses shut their ears and weep–
The artificiality behind today’s current affairs… so well depicted in the poem…
Thank you,dear Pushmaotee.
‘Your fingers trace the highways to immortal
Monuments we have never even seen in dreams:’
Supreme lines- language of poetry,
Thank you,dear Abu.