a message for my love…

Sunshine
the winter sky
blue and wide blue
wind rushes sweeping
the lousy leaves fallen off trees
and my memories too.

Life –
loss and gain
pleasure and pain
draught and rain
and every summer is followed
by this winter, calm and sane.

The films are patchy, yet alive;
we sat together
seeing the winds rubbing the earth
and raindrops offering the pats of love;
we sat for hours
and talked nothing,
absolutely nothing!
And days passed… like they do
amid sunshine
the winter sky
blue and wide blue.

Though you went away
and I saw you go
and all this seems to happen
like just yesterday and this yesterday
comes almost every day!

Can you really go?
Can I let you go?
Your presence, my dear,
is carved on my soul
with the silent pen of Cupid’s
serious nonchalance;

still, you were never a part of me!

I am you; you are me; do you see? and it’s as true as
the sunshine
the winter sky
blue and wide blue.

for M

Alok Mishra

First and foremost a poet, Alok Mishra is an author next. Apart from these credentials, he is founder & Editor-in-Chief of Ashvamegh, an international literary magazine and also the founder of BookBoys PR, a company which helps writers brand themselves and promote their books. On this blog, Alok mostly writes about literary topics which are helpful for literature students and their teachers. He also shares his poems; personal thoughts and book reviews.

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Amit Mishra says:
14th December 2017 at 6:51 pm
Happy to have you back with an elegant style of composing poems.
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Sunshine the winter sky blue and wide blue wind rushes sweeping the lousy leaves fallen off trees and my memories too.

Life – loss and gain pleasure and pain draught and rain and every summer is followed by this winter, calm and sane.

The films are patchy, yet alive; we sat together seeing the winds rubbing the earth and raindrops offering the pats of love; we sat for hours and talked nothing, absolutely nothing! And days passed… like they do amid sunshine the winter sky blue and wide blue.

Though you went away and I saw you go and all this seems to happen like just yesterday and this yesterday comes almost every day!

Can you really go? Can I let you go? Your presence, my dear, is carved on my soul with the silent pen of Cupid’s serious nonchalance;

still, you were never a part of me!

I am you; you are me; do you see? and it’s as true as the sunshine the winter sky blue and wide blue.

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