Sweet Caprice: A poem

And then one day,
after years of solitude
and wounds,
I exchanged smiles, thoughts
and those emotions which stay
behind the worldly attire – clandestine.

Did I meet my shadow?
So familiar to me
but not a part of me, certainly.
The breeze; the petals; the flowers
and the Sun, Moon and stars,
all eager to come and shine.

O Caprice!
Quicker it came and in quickest was gone!

and then… if I borrow from my dear friend T S Eliot,

the rest, (indeed) is silence…

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.

This Post Has 2 Comments

Sunil Kumar says:
3rd September 2017 at 10:11 pm
Very nice
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1. Alok Mishra says:
  3rd September 2017 at 10:20 pm
  Thanks for reading it, Sunil!
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And then one day, after years of solitude and wounds, I exchanged smiles, thoughts and those emotions which stay behind the worldly attire – clandestine.

Did I meet my shadow? So familiar to me but not a part of me, certainly. The breeze; the petals; the flowers and the Sun, Moon and stars, all eager to come and shine.

O Caprice! Quicker it came and in quickest was gone!