"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

BROKEN IN EXILE

The sunniest of days can still declare
Downsides of lonely times spent pondering.
Blue skies don’t always mask cruellest despair
And soft breezes can’t stop tears wandering.
If you were here I’d be up for laughter
And I’d set my soul to your enjoyment.
Then we’d climb to kisses and much after
Upon the summits of love’s employment.
But I can touch you only with my heart
In dreams where sweet romance survives time’s tests
And desires fuse and never ever part.
Yet hope was slain when you were laid to rest,
Not coming home but in bitter sojourn,
Exiled, broken, and never to return.


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