It is a reverie,
A canvas daub with your memories,
Now awaken to bitter actuality,
I am discern of your abrupt evanesce,
And that withering hope of your appearance,
Is dwindling away with the passing time,
Knowing I can’t mend it,
Makes my heart bereaved of your endearment.
But not the soul,
Never deprived of your thoughts,
Though our time was short-lived,
The reminiscence is enough to cherish forever,
Your impressions still fresh from yesterday,
For the times when I am alone,
To bring that occasional smile,
Drifting me to a reverie,
Where I can live with your memories.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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This is very delicate and rare piece, I just love it’s purity and the incredible use of language. Well done! May I ask how is your muse for such lovely poems😊
Thanks for your lovely read and beautiful comment. Muse are all over the place, there is not one inspiration but many 🌸😊
That’s like a true poet inspiration in every being. Great!
Beautifully crafted as always👍🏻
😊🌸thanks again
Thanks so much for your kind read
Pleasure!
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This brings out the yearning of the heart in the purest form.How we wish to stay away from these but feels drawn towards them.
A juxtaposition of emotions.
Well said Megha. Thanks for reading
It was sun a beautiful thing to read
Thanks 😊🌸
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‘Where I can live with your memories’! Sigh!