I culled all the seven colors
in the weave of your dreams
and arranged them
on the seven notes of melody.
a few notes of laughter
a few notes of grief-
cast-off shadows of your eyes
I have stolen to flavor my memories.
It is the little things that carve
a big chunk of memory
I haven't forgotten even
a fraction of a second spent with you
i have been born again and again
to be with you
I have always populated
my loneliness with your thoughts
amused my innocent heart-
and at times, when i fell asleep
dreams of you called out to me
and woke me up.
And when the nights were estranged
I placated them for you
and ushered in dulcet mornings-
even without you, i kept lighting
lamps along the passage you would
come by.
........... i kept lighting lamps along the passage you would come by. A very thoughtful way of welcoming someone so dear! I enjoyed the poem, particularly the concluding lines! Thanks!
Such a beautiful poem that reaches out and touches the heart 10 of 10. Great piece. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely penning on the memory of some person and remembering him or her. I have always populated my loneliness with your thoughts ..... very nice