Hadn’t I burnt the bridges long back ?
But why does the stench keep coming back?
At night, when the cacophonous silence
Callouses my eardrums I retrace
My steps as though in a somnambulistic trance.
Walking through the avenues treelined
Swishing and swaying
And sloughing a long lost melody
The garrulous streams
And the majestic mountains,
I reach the bridge
It is still burning!
Ah, the embers are still hot .
From the ashes ,
i pick up a half- burnt love note .
“So what , I will still wait for you.”
The words still shine bright.
Surreptitiously , I pocket it .
The gibbous moon smirks at my shenanigans
And turns away.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
Got enraptured by the cohesive flow of the poet’s thoughts–her sublime skills portray her passion so smoothly that images pan lucidly across the reader’s mental screen !
Lovely to read your poetry-
Thanks so much Kumaara sukeja I am honoured and humbled by your appreciation .
Thanks a lot Marieta
The sheer narrative power of the poem holds us spellbound. Very nicely written.
thanks a lot Vijay Nair