where did we go the last time
the train stopped
what happened then
a brigand of runaway clouds
talked to us
did we ever reach home
home is the unknown
we always stayed
and the sounds outside....
a train of simmering thoughts just
screamed past
who broke a violet sky
who upturned your garhi
who dropped
elderly secrets
on your palm
who asked you another question
where are we going now...
who would answer the kisses
who would wrap the wind in your eyes
who would love you even more
Feeling like walking on clouds and wrapping dreams in the wings of the eyes.Nothing could be more fascinating than this.
ReplyDeleteMy comment's gone missing. I think I said, "lovely poem. The answer is blowing in the wind." Let's try this again.
ReplyDeleteMany Thanks, Kakoli
ReplyDeleteThanks, Glory
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