The spaces are shrinking for you and me
some hopes castrated and
imaginations denied around the decaying
carcasses of a deceased humanity lying around
the frozen blood of the stale bread that could
not feed the hungry
Lest you and me be forgotten in this void
of evaporating narratives, lets enter the fortress
of memories of the last dream and cry for the
last time tears which will descend down
as the last remembrance in the garden of
lost innocence
For you and for me and for the you in me
you the one who refuse to depart, from
my verses and from within me, for memories cling on
when love forgets to forgive, lets
take this last step my dear, for the sorrows of
love knows less the sorrows of world
Lets take this last journey me and you
among the dark disorders, in the 'bitter fruits' of life
among those trembling souls lying
wretched in memories, of forgotten childhoods
being walled out of the secret conscious of hope
and through the endless unseen stink of the mind
some hopes castrated and
imaginations denied around the decaying
carcasses of a deceased humanity lying around
the frozen blood of the stale bread that could
not feed the hungry
Lest you and me be forgotten in this void
of evaporating narratives, lets enter the fortress
of memories of the last dream and cry for the
last time tears which will descend down
as the last remembrance in the garden of
lost innocence
For you and for me and for the you in me
you the one who refuse to depart, from
my verses and from within me, for memories cling on
when love forgets to forgive, lets
take this last step my dear, for the sorrows of
love knows less the sorrows of world
Lets take this last journey me and you
among the dark disorders, in the 'bitter fruits' of life
among those trembling souls lying
wretched in memories, of forgotten childhoods
being walled out of the secret conscious of hope
and through the endless unseen stink of the mind
For the words which itched to be etched on
was borrowed from them, the memories of
the love we ever lived was owed to them and
the verse which flowed out having touched your
lips, caressed your eyes and tickled your ears
was a song of their quest for meaning
amidst a daily struggle for existence.
I will get back on this!
ReplyDeletehmmm....!!! thinking abt it... i will talk when i will get it..!
ReplyDeleteFor you and for me and for the you in me
ReplyDeleteyou the one who refuse to depart, from
my verses and from within me, for memories cling on
when love forgets to forgive, lets
take this last step my dear, for the sorrows of
love knows less the sorrows of world
Nice Poem Manohar Ji, Congrats...
Wow!! I was going through the comments and I wonder why people need time to appreciate this beautiful piece of work.. You should have this published.. this is poetry! It tickled my mind, so I think a feminine perspective understands poems of doomed love faster perhaps..(although I know its not true ) Humanity indeed is deceased for the ones who lost their love along the trails of having to be selfless.. Keep it up!
ReplyDeleteay ay ay...que bonito!!!
ReplyDeleteas you play effortlessly with words, how delicately you built togetherness even in the most cold nights. awesome Sirjee
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