Too Late

by Rupradha Mookerjee



My name must have been washed away by the waves, And my chapters must have been torn out from your life, Even my slightest remnants may have been worn out, Probably I have become extinct from your world, Yet today your thoughts make my adrenaline rush, As if they have just invaded my soul, Your memories are still as fresh as the dew drops, As if every now and then you are with me, My heart throbs whenever I think of the times spent with you, As if the life clock has been rewinding itself back to the past, My eyes moisten contemplating the loving words you said, As if just now you have whispered them in my ears, My heart burns remembering your magical touch, As if a peg of whisky has just gushed through my throat, My cheeks blush recalling your warm hugs, As if you have just kissed those rosy cheeks, My body trembles evoking your cuddle As if I am right now embraced in your arms, Your reminiscences bring within me a childish delight As if it doesn’t matter that you have forgotten me. Your chronicle overflows the shore of my mind As if it is too late for me to forget you.

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Comments on this Poem

I know Sreya! love you!

rupradhamookerjee
14-Jan-2011 03:53 AM

Of coarse.......it is too late for me to forget u..........and our frndship dear.

Sreya
12-Jan-2011 02:34 AM

Thank you so much..

rupradhamookerjee
02-Oct-2010 05:45 AM

Beautifully expressed. So much emotion so aptly penned.

Ravinder Malhotra
08-Aug-2010 10:15 AM