We Few…#13

The whisper of rain on struck road water,

The psithuriasm of neighbor trees

Bringing out so many words, so many thoughts.

A passing truck shook my bed, the siren of an ambulance

Torn apart the quietitude that the night holds…

Many memories coming out deepening the saudade…

We few finding loneliness in the solitary…

The uncomplete stories, poems sigh in the pages of diary…

Kolkata…let us fall asleep…let us be there where we want to…

Some distant land or our lovers lap or the lips that we had adore…

-x-

15 responses to “We Few…#13”

  1. Kolkata series…👌🏻👌🏻

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  2. Heh that’s really so mesmerising! 💛

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  3. This is so beautifully written ♡

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  4. poems sigh in the pages of diary…
    -Sublime beauty

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    1. ☺yup…incomplete poems have beauty I think…

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