Wednesday, 5 June 2013





Maybe you’d come back to me if I didn’t try so hard

to find you everywhere, in ribs of leaves,

in ruffles of afternoon petals, in the textured dark bark

of night, in the fuzzy days of windblown grass,

in the dim muddy alleys of my own grief.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

10 comments:

  1. untamed memories .. with wings of possibilities !!
    Depth yet again .. in just four sentences !!

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  2. Woah, Nilanjana, so much emotion in so few words. It's a big "Maybe...". I feel so sad for this person - "in the dim muddy alleys of my own grief."

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    1. The verse has done its job then? Thanks, Denise.

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  3. Wow! So much of emotions, conveyed all in 5 lines! Kudos to you
    Bhavya
    http://ishithaa.com/

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    1. Thanks, the deeper the emotions, the less the words that should be required.

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  4. oy, the dim muddy alleys of my own grief...so evocative...and we hold out hope that they will come back at times...like picking the scab...

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  5. very good nilanjana....and congrats, u are getting published :D

    U really write well....

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