It was as difficult as the arrival of voice
And the second row of departure of silence
That you broke the glee on my crystal eyes.
As a castigation for all the procrastinations
I staggered through those long lost whims
There is no mutability for fragility you
see.
So I returned with a fist full of emptiness.
And I shamelessly scratched on your walls:
As we clasped
together
Our puzzles
faded fast
We flowed
Like letters
writ in water.
Long long goes
the bridge we built
And now you walk
on it
As I am drowning
beneath.
A wave was
mistaken as you
So I didn't defy
its embrace!
What a scratch! And the way it ended!
ReplyDeleteI gaze at you dear Nasnin, wonder eyed, as always!
Thanks Pygma:) Sometimes it comes like a thunderbolt from within and I hardly bother about where the scratch might lead to!I feel blessed if it turns out well:)
DeleteChoicest words and expressions and always a delight to read, Nasnin:)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Sir:) Feels so happy to see a regular visitor like you. Wish I could never keep my page so dormant:) Regards:)
Deletespellbound. I loved, and I mean it when I say, I loved the last line!
ReplyDeleteI know that you always mean what you say:) And so your appreciation means a lot to me:) Thanks Stuti:)
DeleteI so love reading your writing - keep up the good work!
ReplyDeleteThanks Karima:) Glad that you like it:) Regards:)
DeleteLovely imagination ...well written too!
ReplyDeletenice!