‘Twas your words that
stopped my wandering eyes
speed reading;
and I went back to re-read
slowly, savouring every word.
Just as ’twas my mind
in black letters against a
white background
that caught your roving eye
putting a comma in its path.
Thinking we understood
each other
we tried to write
together, as one.
Alas! We could form
but a phrase – an
incomplete sentence,
not making complete sense,
with neither a beginning
nor an end, now
suspended in decaying
memories.
A passionate evocation of life. Well written.
Thank you Gopal Lahiri.
In an understated, exquisite poem, Elizabeth underscores the incompleteness of even a seemingly perfect romantic relationship.
Thanks Vijay. Honoured.