Traveling Through Time II
On the sofa
We lay lost
In our feelings
Tracing hair and
Hidden fingertips
While the fan above
Slowly revolved with
Our newly evolving love
—–
we were talking
when time flew
in through the
open window to
snuggle with our
love and tell us
shared stories
from our collective
pasts and futures
—–
We sat
Side by side
In the evening
Thinking-
About love found
About hands united
The sun
Fell below the far line
Leaving us
To trace our palms
And find
The map of Cupid’s folly
—–
Three pink pillows
you wanted yesterday,
In exchange for a
notional apology from me.
Today you think
and refuse to talk.
So I wander around the
house looking for words
you forgot to erase from
our common conversation
—–
Images come and go
Falling like wet hail
On my narrow sorrows
Watery eyes in transit
Watching the dull glow
Of
A sliver of sunshine
Quivering in a droplet
Of our distilled love
Hey Anil..well i have too many questions to ask…but i guess i will wait for you to come to India.. About this post…well i am running out of adjectives…trust me man i can relate to what you wrote..when i read this for a second i was stunned…. Hey..please do visit my blog i.e., if you can free yourself from words..
A transition of feeling with a consistency of words and expression. I felt like time floating through the window listening to clandestine words.
Anil, fantastic use of words, conveys the story and the emotion brilliantly. Keep writing 🙂
Liquid. Impressionistic. Yet ethereally clear.
First time here…a wonderful blog.Beautiful pen potraits. Will come back again.
Gosh! This is really something else.
You’ve got the right everything…and a whole lot more.
Waiting for the next update.
Poigniant..touching..
cheers
z
A warm welcome to the new ones here…hope to see more of you and thank you all for the lovely words each of you has left behind….
very visual.
loved it!