Not Bliss And Buoys, What-Ifs Of Life Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

My mind could well from a million alts choose—
Say, marvel beauty of the moonless sky,
Re-live my life's first rambling nature cruise
With her, her heady fragrance wafting by,
Dwelt on those bluebell blossoms of late springs.
Could have mulled over her more charming dimple
Which, tends to dent deeper still when she sings,
Robbing my sleep; or brooded on her ample
Bosom, or thought on thousand thoughts that rhyme,
But worries weighed in, crowding out my joys.
I wonder how our mind holds on to grime
More than on pleasant dreams, life's bliss nor buoys,
And that made me twist in bed the nth time—
With life's what-ifs that scarce if ever rhyme.
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Sonnets | 01.02.13 |