Till no more

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The heavens cracked open

As you stared into the marvel of ever-changing cloud shapes

Arranging and rearranging wonders 

Awakening from deep slumbers

There the locks her hair 

There the cupid’s arrow 

There the unicorn’s horn 

There the winged chariot of greek philosophers 

There…there and there

Till no more

The parting gesture welcoming the sunlight 

You look down and watch your shadow 

I remember my friend saying “never look down, keep your head held high, always”

Always the light blinding your sight 

Or you wished that it happened so 

Nonetheless, you look down 

To look at other eyes 

To look at yourself 

What the light could show 

Brings you terror 

Cracks open hell-fire

You stare into the ever-changing flames of desire 

Arranging and rearranging wonders 

Awakening from deep slumbers 

There the veins of his fist 

There the hunter’s bow 

There the ten horses of Neptune

There the blind seers ranting out miraculous prophecies 

There…there and there 

Till no more



Bodies in crowded streets 

Marching footsteps 

Heads held high 

Foggy visibilities with hushed gushes of melancholies 

Evening rushes to come back home

To freshly roasted dinners or yesterday’s leftovers

To someone’s caresses or television operas

‘Whatever will be will be

The future’s not ours to see’

A gentle sigh for the heavenly bodies to come forth 

In their truest nature in darker skies

In their truest form in tales of fate and faith

Let the day end, let the night flow 

Owls may hear your protests against life

‘how was your day’ or ‘how was work’ 

Nightingales may comfort you to sleep 

‘Everything is going to be okay, child’

You wish the brooks will carry your stories 

You wish the winds will be messengers of love 

You wish your grandchildren will have a good life

You wish…and wish and wish

Till no more


Between dawn and dusk

Between visibility and invisibility

Between hour hands and minute hands 

Between kneeled down legs and folded hands 

You wonder about the bearable fantasies

You reach out for the escapable  realities

You make your daily calls 

To mum, to dad, to friends 

Pints of beer and cheers to all 

You count your lies 

You worship your truths 

You quote your favourite prophets

“He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked”

“The wound is where the light enters”

You feel your scars 

You practice healing 

You look down the memory lane

You forget who you are

You hope to be a better child 

You hope to be a better friend 

You hope to be a better lover

You hope…and hope and hope 

Till no more


In this playground of you and I 

I bring you my dreams 

You bring me your opinions

You give me your affection

I give you my skepticism 

I break your silence with my vulnerability

You speak to me words of strength 

You touch me with your soul 

I slow you down with my fears

I write about you in my poetry

You see me in your prose 

We love to be in the moment 

We love to be in the forever 

We love to be with us 

We love…love and love 

Till no more. 













Comments

  1. Tapos Das26 March 2021 at 17:21

    👌👌👌 বাহ

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  2. Kalki Subramaniam19 April 2021 at 08:39

    Lovely poem. I was in tears.. Thank you for this Hridija <3

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  3. Anonymous17 March 2023 at 10:55

    It's so mind touching...Love you beta...

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