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Theme : Life
Moments

All moments are transient
It was juvenile few days ago,
We only had the wealth - our love
It was good to be outdoors
He and I, detached from the bustle
Holding hands, reeling and singing songs
Drunk in each other.
Sleeves rolled up to build the sand castle
And then we let the salty water
drown us in each other...

The tide had washed away the sand castle
Leaving a retrospection of the moment

Tantalized by the shiny glittering world
We lost each other to an uncongenial life
It had began with cracking jokes
Aimed at the highest common factor -
'mastering wealth'
neither of us heeding the implication
embarked upon the blasphemy -
A journey to the material world.
Accomplishment stood in between us
An occasional peck and a smile
That's what we had time for.

The quest is over, leaving behind
The footsteps of the peccadillo
regret and desolation
Regret for having faith in our resolution
And desolated to confront the truth
Neither of us took note
Of our lost youth...

There's no one to call us
'mom' and 'dad'
Nothing to look forward to
Exhaustion has absorbed us
The jewels of past time often peep
To mock at our accomplishment
Moments have ripened
And we spend it by contemplating
How it would have been
Had we not mastered wealth
All moments are transient
Soon it would be the end. 

Jayati Chowdhury
April 24, 2005

 

 
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