A Love Poem

>> Sunday, December 18, 2016

we have to clear
spectral clutter of erstwhile loves
and the superfluous curse of
an inevitable future

let us get inside
the deepening dusk,
before the hour arrives
for the slumbering ghosts
to creak and mutter

here we are –
in sensuous December of our existence
with an unbridled ardour,
which had all, but
swept us off in autumn

we’ll wander down
to the broken chasm,
body and mind
beyond the horizon,  
like man and woman
in a love story

forgetting over sour coffee and cigarettes,
the approaching sunrise
which lay ahead us
in blue mist 

we might still be safe,
if we walked hand in hand
stifled in other people’s glare
for they can only shake their heads
in grudging appreciation

you know how it is
if you walked on
in that beautiful flush of
love’s ecstatic triumph ---
here today
gone tomorrow


Sahil Banga December 18, 2016 at 9:06 AM  


pradeep December 18, 2016 at 10:56 PM  

as usual...superb flow of thoughts :-)

The Wandering Hermit December 19, 2016 at 3:47 AM  

We can always dream that we find an apt companion but reality is something quite different. But then we can always dream and hope ......

Nidhi December 20, 2016 at 5:53 AM  

Beautiful! I fall in love again as I read this:)

bhavesh lilawala February 1, 2017 at 6:35 AM  

Too good. Love the way you chose words.

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