Friday, 28 April 2017

Memories

Your eyes, your skin, the way your lips carve out 
Life's most treasured gift, your words echoing
Silence of lifetimes lost and yet to come; these 
And more, I will steal again and again from this earth 
But tell me, how will I find my way back to the ground
From these clouds you had led me to?

Love, the most lonely of all words, comes and goes
Neither completes the slow-kill it is mandated to do
Nor bathes me in mists of moments I dreamed up
Lying there under the stars, holding your hand 
Minute after minute, pours hot coals of thwarted trust
Laughs at heavens' sacred stardust, my vermillion dusk

I ask for your hand to hold me through the mist 
But can memories bring me those rainbow ladders 
to step back from cotton clouds of mirth and misery? 


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