Melancholy Poem by Dr Mukta Kamplikar

Understanding the texture of happiness

Page by page – every image

Its strange – Noisy birds hide and silence

in leaves as the evenings fall

And shadows will walk away from me

 As the sunset embraces all   

My heart follows the wild sea breeze

Only to return

To thoughts of this world, of you …of me

 And this is what I learn    

That beauty is what must die one day

And  pleasure too must  pass

The wakeful trees shall sleep one day

in the arms of this lowly grass

To wish goodbye shall bring heartache

Like a bad dream that recurs

And  all that I shall have of you…

These memories... words and verse

As I kiss your eyelids tonight, my dear

 The least I think of tomorrow

To understand the texture of happiness

My soul must first touch sorrow

 For to try and know happiness alone

alone.. I know is folly

It is but to return….

 ...return to melancholy