Suji on leaving a city I hate, hate to stay, and hate to belong
And yet a departure
Of comfort and separation
To forego another hand
Another silence, another passé
New places,
New faces
And yet, you leave
For comfort and separation
I let go, I let free
I let another relation
New poems,
Novel dames
And yet, there will be August
For rains and summer
And we will miss July
For pains,
Our rains
And watch the hopes
Spread their wings in veins
Come feed my inhibition, freedom, pain, and surrender. Usher me to breed creation for life, vision, and knowledge
2 comments:
I had initially written this 4 someone else...but this belongs to you, now...
They never die.They live on, in those who love them. They haunt our hopes, creep into the indiscernible dreams of our darkest nights, breath life into our gauzy morning languor, crowd us in the loneliest of evenings and walk with us in the deserted alleys of the city. As we cry our crystal teardrops, they cheer their own victory...they never leave.
Distance is never physical, my love...
Suji
darling,
words have their beyond,
words have their tales,
words make us fall in love,
and words have their fates.
in anticipation,
love u loads,
take care,
Shayani
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