An evening on a front porch
With fingers toasty with a cup of tea
Someday a sunset will bring to your eyes
Countless "perhaps",
And innumerable "might be"..
Dozens of "I wish" and regrets of days gone
Of hands that could be held and dreams that died unborn
And amidst all that disbelief
And shreds of the sanity you'd sworn
You'll smirk at how fragile hope is
Like a childsplay,it gets torn!
How the wearied stars looked at us
Our conversations undefined
The whole world wrapped in phrases
The power of silence undermined.
You told me of the mountains you remember?
I still hear some names you saw etched in stone
How I recounted some snowfalls,a wild stream
And we drew a world of our own..
Those untamed forests of Africa
The unnamed alleys of Mexico
The songs we envisioned through the Paris streets,
Oh! so many places we were meant to go..
Do you still love the sound of alien words?
When was the last time a ticket you bought?
To some sleepy alluring station
Please don't tell me you'd rather not!
I marvelled at the sight in your eyes
Of distant lands of paradise
Oh please tell me there's a tale awaiting
Don't dare say you got old and wise!
My faith says you live in a coven
With dispersed sunrays and souvenirs
And locked in caskets with fragrance of meadows
Are not your spirits,but your fears.
Tell me a voyage is planned already
A travel bag,tell me,is lying out there
Its just a thought,but tell me please
Not every sunset you sit here and stare.
Tell me you still visit the ocean in moonlight,
The sparkling creeks and deserts that gleam,
And all those things we once planned together
Please tell me...you still live my dream.
-debosmita.
With fingers toasty with a cup of tea
Someday a sunset will bring to your eyes
Countless "perhaps",
And innumerable "might be"..
Dozens of "I wish" and regrets of days gone
Of hands that could be held and dreams that died unborn
And amidst all that disbelief
And shreds of the sanity you'd sworn
You'll smirk at how fragile hope is
Like a childsplay,it gets torn!
How the wearied stars looked at us
Our conversations undefined
The whole world wrapped in phrases
The power of silence undermined.
You told me of the mountains you remember?
I still hear some names you saw etched in stone
How I recounted some snowfalls,a wild stream
And we drew a world of our own..
Those untamed forests of Africa
The unnamed alleys of Mexico
The songs we envisioned through the Paris streets,
Oh! so many places we were meant to go..
Do you still love the sound of alien words?
When was the last time a ticket you bought?
To some sleepy alluring station
Please don't tell me you'd rather not!
I marvelled at the sight in your eyes
Of distant lands of paradise
Oh please tell me there's a tale awaiting
Don't dare say you got old and wise!
My faith says you live in a coven
With dispersed sunrays and souvenirs
And locked in caskets with fragrance of meadows
Are not your spirits,but your fears.
Tell me a voyage is planned already
A travel bag,tell me,is lying out there
Its just a thought,but tell me please
Not every sunset you sit here and stare.
Tell me you still visit the ocean in moonlight,
The sparkling creeks and deserts that gleam,
And all those things we once planned together
Please tell me...you still live my dream.
-debosmita.
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