Twilight

[GEETASHREE]

We spoke of dusks and dawns
One afternoon late summer
Over cups of tea getting cold
As words poured out...
And tears got mingled with
Shadows of joy
We held hands and cruised down
The memory lane and a soft hush
Fell over time
We could not speak anymore… as words
Got jumbled like a ball of wool
Gets tangled while knitting
And a stone stuck in our throats
Where the tears choked
And Heart pulsated with a rhythm
Hitherto unknown
It’s been a long time that our paths
Had intersected
We had crossed each other by
With just a nod, a glint of a shy smile
In our eyes and a blush of a pink rose
In our cheeks
Now ages after…
The leaves have fallen off the trees
Leaving rugged branches like scraggy arms
Held aloft towards the sky
in a mournful prayer
We have again met but now
Withered by pain, wrinkled with grief
And a frown which tells stories of
Deprivation and defiance
Of lost dreams
We just sit across staring vacantly
At the horizon
A vapour of a sigh hangs in between
A thread which needles our thoughts
Lonely, listless, lame...
Just scraping our calm a wee bit
Would silence have prevailed?
Like this?
Had we met ages ago…?

[hillwalker]

A lovely poem about old acquaintances meeting up after a long time and suddenly able to converse more easily than in the past - now that the awkwardness of youth has been tempered by age and experience.

I particularly liked the use of a ball of wool and a needle and thread as metaphors for memories and words.

There are one or two instances where you repeat unnecessarily - saying the same thing in more than one way as if to stress a point. But overall a fine poem.

H

[adityasam]

Very Touching. This poem arouses me to plan for a school re-union. Thank you Geetaji.

Regards