Evenings are also delivered here
Packed with the brighter mornings.
Shall your silences ever mean
'No more letters, or dreams even please.
...
You are like an afternoon shower
Of early May
You come and go
As if you have never come
...
It is always a half life
Whichever way you live
One side of the coin only,
...
You cannot beg to be a hero
Nor can you be a real one by acting
Nor by beating your own drums
...
There, in a mystic space, in concepts, you now reside
Away from an earthy, illusive, enmeshed existence
From a mortal, suspended, maya ridden life
You have transcended to a heavenly continuation
...
Never Live Or Die For Me
Evenings are also delivered here
Packed with the brighter mornings.
Shall your silences ever mean
'No more letters, or dreams even please.
That the time has changed, so,
No more poems, nor signatures of life! '
Will you ever tell me, Anupamaa,
'Never live or die for me'!
Dear poet friend, I am delighted to have you here as a poet of raw emotions and alphabets of heart. Will love to see more of your involvement in the site. Thanks Subhas