Theme: Grief

Whenever I am in a Pensive Mood

I feel all lost in a ruthless world
Where none is there 
By my side,
In my inexplicable thoughts.
In the constant company of loneliness
And its long shadow
I keep talking in dumb silence 
Gagged with words
Lying unuttered in grief's gutter.

Sometimes someone knocks 
At the door of my wrinkled skin.
Feeling of cold touches opens 
The locked door 
To the past in the present,
Treasured in heart;
Fresh meanings play in and dance 
Over the bruised words
Grown on the wings of imagination.

New bride of thoughts blushes red
And escapes with herself
In deep gloom of aging memories
Beyond the dozing horizon 
Of mind and heart,
Despair and dejection
While my battered self keeps 
Beating and fretting at
Leftover words of languishing life.
Whenever I am in a pensive mood
I step out of my grief
In search of the beginning line
Of hope and happiness
For the poem of life, love and peace. 


More By  :  Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

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