You dawn upon my old lost self
Like distant slants of hazy light
Softly defining foggy contours
Of a rough rugged ruined scape
I live you as my memory
Your name is count of time to me
And ours is a tale of bright sunshine
On a rusty shutter painted green
For an obscure shop with scanty light
Whereon sits a butterfly
I live in you as memory
Your name is count of time to me
Beautiful intensity.
ReplyDeleteMemorized past, presentism, a lyrical warble penetrating the entire being.
Loved the lyrical lines !
ReplyDeleteAmazing ♥️
ReplyDeleteHighly evocative. Stirs up nostalgia ... TSE (?)
ReplyDeleteHighly evocative . Stirs up nostalgia. ... TSE (?)... metaphors.
ReplyDeleteस्मृतियाँ..कुछ स्मृतियाँ हमारे अस्तित्व का अपरिहार्य अंग भी हो जाती हैं...
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