Surabhi Bhattacharjee

Alleys That I Leave - Poem by Surabhi Bhattacharjee

If legend come alive to a dreamer
eyes are fixed in it with glad surprise
so many years ago
it was an afternoon like today, i had sat many times before
beside my old chair, i had open my notebooks
found the names i had written
no more today

I turned my face over the darkness of my room
now i cant remember
when cattle crossed the road, wagons quickened on the streets
Two butterflies went out at noon, and a spider sewed at night.
Cuckoo's walking on summer's melodies, jewel led with raindrops and mango tress
just try to think nine years old girls
with whom i used to play ''dollhouse''
where my loved ones dwell
try to write it down
the love that i have known.

These days
sometimes they just
move in my mind
a little by little.

Life that my life seeks
couldn't meet it at all
so i went back to where i was
beside the same chair
without a word, waiting for
legend come alive to a dreamer.................

Topic(s) of this poem: longing

Comments about Alleys That I Leave by Surabhi Bhattacharjee

  • (3/15/2015 11:21:00 AM)

    A great poem, sometimes we have to leave things behind, but always go back when we know how much they mean. (Report) Reply

    Surabhi Bhattacharjee (3/15/2015 12:00:00 PM)

    Thank you so much for you kind appreciation.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 15, 2015

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