Tuesday, 18 August 2015

Missed Calls ( Methinks its a good title)

I had called you last night.
Did you not hear
Roof hung icicles
Crash night long:
Incessant SMSs
Breaking into your dreams?

                   I had called you last night.
Did you not feel
Winds at dawn 
Rage today:
Wet and heavy
Soaked in yester-night’s tears?

                   I had called you last night.
Did you not see
Pale almond blooms
Wind ripped, lie:
Forgotten letters
Fading, on your door step?

                 I had called you last night.
Did you not feel
Snowflakes slip 
Cold, through your fingers:
Neglected memories
Melting into oblivion?
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