Sunday, March 11, 2012

Silence, cold star and your absence

Lost again
In piles of assignments
 Which I procratinate
Ambition- a little less today
 Just the swaying daisies hold my vision
And the sweet peas-
Pretty pink, pale, lavender
Creeping up the fence of brittle twigs
Ofcourse you remember
We talked of lavender dresses
And fairies who crashed their bikes
 Right over there
 And they would laugh like us
Clear, bright, alive.
Lost because this building
 Is a hundred and fifty years old
And too many lives have claimed it already
 And I am last in line
Laughter- today drowned in the disturbing silence
Of the yesterdays, the yesteryears
And lost again
Because you seem so far away
 All that belongs to me-
Silence, cold stars and your absence.