Sweet Caprice poem Alok Mishra


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…