A bookmark of memory
Guides me again and again
To the same chapter, that reads
Not more than a single word
I churn in the whirlpool of tears,
Tossing from crests to troughs
Of the rampant memory wave
Caught in circles of pointless ripples
Adversity strikes, time relapses
Taking me back to that single moment
Where thoughts trivial and vital both
Were frozen into an eternal landmark
Driven to the cusp of bliss and tragedy
An involuntary thought reaches out to
The instant when we both had met
And departed in a momentary ‘Handshake'.
I can feel the tremor Seema.Its a 10 on the richter scale.
a good handshake..... departed with pain........ your depiction is fine.....
......Driven to the cusp of bliss and tragedy.... excellent lines, Seema!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice write...how casually and effortlessly you narrate this 'after shocks'...the shocks seem all absorbed...eloquent work Seema..thanks...10