Thursday, April 2, 2015

None but you

Early morning  near Karjat, Maharashtra

In all my moments
Of shrieking despair
And wrenching sorrow

And in all my moments
Of calm repose
Under the newborn sky

All my moments
That scatter away
Like a handful of marbles

All my moments
Wrapped in time
And now

Ticking,
Breathing
Moments

None but you
No me, myself
Only you

4 comments:

  1. Wow. This is the most beautiful, loving poem I have ever read. I loved every golden word.

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  2. ah, but to be all alone with the one who love...mmmm....


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