Was it a drunken night of a full moon?
you sat next to me complaining,
of inconsolable simple and complicated loves.
Coming close in a grief born in negation
in moments of life when everything was dying
in emptiness, memory waged its lonesome battle
against love and two lovers against time.
The most complicated war, whom every writer want to understand. The one between the time, the love and the lovers.
ReplyDelete:) me likes though I'm not sure I quite understood it..
ReplyDeleteanother great work manohar :)
ReplyDeleteThe magical surrealism of the first three lines reminds the genius of Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Kudos to you :)
keep posting,
Mohit
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