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Conversational as the Crickets

Writer's picture: Words Among TreesWords Among Trees

When you leave this place

will the plants mourn you

or you them


In time I will lament

the loss of things held close

for now this realm deserves no sympathy


Will monkeys still hang from the bars

looking for the woman with golden hair

and blue eyes


One should think not

that woman moved long ago

in darkness of night


Will the walls

of every room

reverberate with sounds of love


And echoes of tears

I would say so

both have purged within blue walls


Time is transient

as are feelings

but never memories

in nostalgia

the heart finds comfort

survival at hand


Dew - like

silk and soft moments

midnight tea and bedtime toast


4 a.m. hindi songs

gently hummed

as eyes remained closed


Where do we go now


Beyond the clouds

Maybe






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