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The Yellow Chrysanthemums


On a silver shady night, when on a road
So many thoughts flooded my mind
The visage of the snowy ball that was on board
Winked at me sitting far away in the heaven’s abode

I stayed unmoved and untouched

The memories swept over me,  
Swirling wind brought the sudden rain
Clambering all the way down from the clouds
With a determined promise though
To heal the hot soil and remove its pain

I stayed unmoved and untouched

Rains in November, I could not fathom
Even when it brought lovely outcomes
Playing with the paperboats, the merry hearted children
Pushed and pulled each other in the downpour
Ripples in the water shone in the white light
Like the summer of good memories in the darkest night

I stayed unmoved and untouched
  
Awashed with water, the path smelled freshness
The trail of lights snaking their way in the inky darkness
Everything felt calm in my senses
Until you came with your traces
Became heavy the air, the lush green filled by yellow
Breathing your soul into me, you had me mellowed
No more dry my eyes were, my neck craned at the view
The verdant landscape did not touch me, only you do

The weight of responsibility thrust on me
To swallow the bitter pill of my past
With the matrimony that left me with a wound
And landed me like a photo on a wall, lonely and downcast

All of these you brought me, then and there
I accepted life was uncertain and not fair

Now I assertively say that my life is not bare

Kissing the sky. Racing sun moved towards the thicket of dark
Occupying each tree and shoots, walking with shoulders square
Playing new music and signaling new day
Your yellow hands beckon, I born again in your each wave




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  1. rudraprayagaOctober 12, 2018 at 5:49 PM

    Beautiful, touching. Looks like the bleeding of a wounded heart.

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  2. Creative SpaceOctober 15, 2018 at 12:00 PM

    Thank you so much Rudra. How have you been? its been long since we spoke. How is your writing going on? I had not been very active in updating my blog as was busy with other writing platforms and my work.

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