Lost in the palaver of her myriad thoughts,
Tarnishing every dissuasion that suggests leaving you,
remain taciturn to listen to your voice,
Become a vagrant chasing an illusion called you.
I touch your shadow in the soot of the night,
Rummage memories to get your vivid sight,
feel your fragrance from the immemorial times,
Hold your scribbles with words that had rime.
I treasure you like relics from a past world,
Hope incandescent like plumes of love,
Your happiness matter most to me,
And I reel away entwine in my reverie’s swirl.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
Confab With Me 
How do you manage to find inspiration to write all these poetry in one day.😯
Haha. Thank you for your compliment. You know they say, it is hard to keep emotions suppressed 🌸
Well… That’s true.☺
And you also write a lot and all beautiful thoughts 😊
😆 suppressed emotions.
Haha .. see that’s problem getting witty with fellow poet – they always will best you with your own thoughts 🌸😊
Beautifully portrayed the longing of a heart.
Thanks Megha
Beautiful lines👌👌
Thank you Priti
Like really???? Howw
Feel.Flow. Moments.Texture.
Bang On!!!!!
Thank you, Jay
😊 it is all about emotions.🌸