Hidden in corners, deep beneath its covers
Spurting in anguish, popping once in a while
And in vain did I try to purse
A gentle smile adorned her face as she kissed me goodbye
From dusty pages to broken stages
Through prickled gardens and wooden hedges
My vision flowed in gentle pace
A glimpse or two and there again she went vanishing in space.
So I bowed down in shame and parked myself in recline
I felt a strange pain crawling up my spine
I wondered my thoughts through varied modes and rhymes
But the thought of despair ticked away the time
So many words gets wasted in vain,
So many thoughts lost in the rain
And when there is so much left to say
The words conspire and let you pay
And what did I gain for all that was mine
It was all lost in the ocean of lies
So did I see my craftsmanship gentle die?
With all the diamonds I accumulated, I couldn’t buy my share of rye.
So I let my hope perch in that corner stone
It hung over the valley, reminiscing its lost throne
Through staged ignorance, I flocked in the crowd
Exchanging smiles and miseries, cocooned within the mysterious cloud
And after quite a while I felt a gripping feeling
I turned around to see the one fondling my hair
And there she was, grinning her lips to the rim of her face
I took hold of her and surrendered to her care
She took me through flashes of recollections she shaped
Overwhelmed by thoughts, I started jotting the finer shades
Feeling happiness at its brink, I turned around to see
My creative muse passed me a smile, she was here to stay.
– © Nachiketa Sanyal