THE LIFE COULD NOT GET EVEN A SINGLE DEATH

Like the drought of Monsoon,
The moments remained parched,
In an expectation,
Though eyes were wet,
The thirst could not get over,
Even in pieces,
Trapped,
In the ridges of palms,
The memories remained alive,
And a life caged in those moments,
Could not get even a single death..

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“Like drought of Monsoon, moments remained parched, in an expectation,
Though eyes were wet, the thirst could not get over, even in pieces,
Trapped in the ridges of palms, the memories remained alive,
And a life caged in those moments, could not get even a single death..”

THE LIFE COULD NOT GET EVEN A SINGLE DEATH

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

LET’S TRY TO READ LIFE AGAIN

“Let’s try to read life again the conscience reiterates,

What if the pages have turned yellow and worn-out,

Words, looking for your eyes for years are still there,

Clear and extant, maybe, for your homecoming only”

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Let’s try to read life again,
The conscience reiterates
What if,
The pages have turned,
Yellow and worn-out
Words,
Looking for your eyes,
For years,
Are still there,
Clear and extant,
Maybe,
For your homecoming only..

 

LET’S TRY TO READ LIFE AGAIN

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey