Quiet evenings...
The westerly winds breeze past my ears
The unkempt curtains dangling for the last one year,
The wings of the fan still rotate above me
Saying as if “why do you keep looking at me?”
Last year’s calendar sways left and right
Trying its level best just to avoid my sight,
The setting
sun hides itself among the chimneys
Pouring the smell of darkness slowly on my poetry…
Life has changed, so has the colour of my wall
Countless times have I lifted myself every time I fall
The smoke and dust keep settling on my belongings
Pensively I ask myself, what that is
forthcoming,
Hopes and dreams lay beside the daily newspaper
The
hue of great expectations seems to become lesser & lesser...
Failure has become my honest
friend
My identity mixes with tranquility to form a unique blend,
So often I ask my luck “what has happened to thee?”
……. only after its finished will you come to see!!
The morning sun shines to highlight a new opportunity
But foolishly I drown myself in
the deep waters of anxiety,
Every step that I take is another mistake for her,
My state my past becomes impossible for her to decipher.
Moments
and only moments are the things I treasure
This puzzling life mocks at me what I seek to measure,
….nothing is there that will always wish to bind
I will be out of sight, but never out of your mind….
Aniket sarkar
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