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Departure


Thoughts flowing through the woven words
Reflected so clearly through the dancing eyes
A life was indeed flowing
Flowing! In between two lives.

In the longitudinal expansion and compression
The silent music was vibrating in the mysterious tune
The bonds inside were loosening
And two lives were centering to a new life.

In the shadow of love, conversely,
Things become brighter and prettier
In the bond of love, conversely
Souls taste the eternal freedom

In the mirror of her eyes
First time I loved myself so deeply
First time I saw “I” vanishing into “We”
First time I felt a drop mingling into Life-Sea

My hands felt a sudden urge to touch her
I felt to say how amazing, adorable she was
But the touch, the words were so petty
Their worldly touch could defile its sanctity

Alas! The night of departure stroked
Ear got deaf and eyes got blurred
It was “Time” who tried to cut the chord
To break the mirror with its mighty sword
I cried oh! Lord
Why did you let me fall in love with her?
If you had to take her away from me
In the reflection of my own sound
I felt her inside my heart
The mirror which I used to hold,
was now dwelling inside my heart.
If Death defines life
Departure derives Love.

Comments

adreamygal said…
so touchy ! amazing poem with words woven with deep emotions ..
@ Amit

So so happy to see your rhyming this..!
Definitely words cannot express the wonderful feeling to see you back to blogging!

Seem You been so busy in job and shifting to new places..and bunch of changes and chances in life and in career :)) which does reflect in this poem lines so well!!

Wish to see more of you and yoru posts..especially..I'm actually longing for tiny love story you used to write :))


Keep good health and good life!!
~ Keep the Spark ALive..
@ Amit

So so happy to see your rhyming this..!
Definitely words cannot express the wonderful feeling to see you back to blogging!

Seem You been so busy in job and shifting to new places..and bunch of changes and chances in life and in career :)) which does reflect in this poem lines so well!!

Wish to see more of you and yoru posts..especially..I'm actually longing for tiny love story you used to write :))


Keep good health and good life!!
~ Keep the Spark ALive..
Raashi said…
Very touching n simply beautiful...
Tweety said…
sigh...it was really very touching...n i know it hurts when the one we loved so much departs from our lives...
Shas said…
Very poignant and Touching indeed.
tagskie said…
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Shruti said…
Profound and very well-written! i couldn't resist following you :)... Well, if you like satire and wanna laugh a bit, do join my site - http://shrutikohli.blogspot.com
Look forward...

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