hot april melts the heart,
meshes with the mind
and thoughts get meddled
hot tears flow into the drain
meandering through
the jumbled mind
the words spoken impulsively
stay imprinted, nailed-
mauling the psyche
"closest one hurts the most,
and at what cost, and at what cost'
@gautami.tripathy04042018
in the locked drawer,
a few gold beads hidden in the recesses,
tinkle away the nostalgia
a brocade border, so intricate
maa had preserved it
lovingly for me
the silver anklets tarnished now, rub into my memories-
the longings, the yearnings
these are now fleeting, reminisced very rarely
fading only now
"I have this bond invisible yet so strong, this is what is so grounding"
@gautami.tripathy03042018
it all seems life time ago
the calls, the talks
the silences in between
were never enough
the long drives
the forced stopovers
the pauses that never sustained
even apart, I could feel the breath
and the craving
deeply embedded in me and also you
when the heart recognises
and the mind accepts
only then the soul calls out
"it is there to stay, I know it will stay"
@gautami.tripathy02042018
old memories
I am rewriting over the old memories
creating space to fill in the new ones
why live in past when it's always present?
changes don't bother me
attitudes do
have we fallen so low that
we ask personal questions too?
the few grey strands are testimony of bygone times
yes, I seldom write poetry
that rhymes
"coming back, I am shedding old memories and up with new"
@gautami.tripathy01042018
