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.
untamed memories .. with wings of possibilities !!
ReplyDeleteDepth yet again .. in just four sentences !!
Thank you.
DeleteWoah, 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."
ReplyDeleteThe verse has done its job then? Thanks, Denise.
DeleteWow! So much of emotions, conveyed all in 5 lines! Kudos to you
ReplyDeleteBhavya
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Thanks, the deeper the emotions, the less the words that should be required.
Deleteoy, 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...
ReplyDeleteExactly like picking. Thank you.
Deletevery good nilanjana....and congrats, u are getting published :D
ReplyDeleteU really write well....
Thank you, Ritesh.
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