Under an overcast sky
Filled with question marks and guile
You and I stood, face to face
Making sure that the mirrors of our eyes
Were not cheated by our smile
For we could not ignore
The stinging silence between words
And old riddles collecting dust
And though we did not know
What is what and who is who
We kissed and bravely snubbed
Time’s smug smile and shout
Unwrapped our distilled dreams
And blessing each other, forsake
The desert of fruitless doubt.
The “Sargam ” of a union.
Thank u,Kumaara.
Extremely well-penned (as always) tale of a reunion. Kudos Vijay.
Thank you very much,Elizabeth.
The casual reader will find silences,mirrors,dreams and such stuff as might implicate the ghost of Borges.
Thank you,Louis,for your observation but, I am afraid, Borges has not been an influence on my writing.The major poets I admire are Eliot,Yeats,Auden,Larkin,Walcott,A.K.Ramanujan,N. Ezekiel,and R.S. Thomas. I have read some of Borges’s short stories but not his poems.
… Making sure that the mirrors of our eyes
Were not cheated by our smile …
…..
….., forsake
The desert of fruitless doubt……
this is a calling …. for our fruitful co-existing … more than anything I felt the very highly motivated thinking of east here … and isn’t this the nature’s way ?
I am very happy to read such poems.. great one and will stay here with me for sometime.. !!
Thank you so much,Sarala.