The rain lashed on,
The thunder roared,
I sat with a book,
Having not read a word.
My mind drifted backwards,
To a time once known,
I saw myself wandering,
Amidst a faceless crowd alone.
I searched for something,
It was a grey stormy day,
Yet, the need to find was so strong,
I wanted to stay.
I tried to remember,
What I was looking for,
The harder I tried,
The search became more obscure.
The crowd started closing in,
I had no place to run,
I scanned carefully,
Each faceless person.
It was frustrating,
As I knew somehow, from somewhere,
I have lost that one thing, forever,
That I was so desperately looking for.
Snapshots of another time,
Mingled with the present state,
Always surrounded by faces known,
Barring the one I've let myself forget.
The thunder roared,
I sat up with a jolt,
Your memories came flooding,
From someplace long locked.
It was so long ago,
I couldn't remember your face,
The hurt still exists, deep down,
May be a little less.
We had watched the rain together,
On such a dark afternoon,
Your faceless memory still lingers,
Though you are long, long gone.
© 2009 Rituparna Das
About Me
- Rituparna
- I started writing on an impulse, as my very first post indicates. It was mostly, as an effort to understand myself better. I have graduated from that phase, lately. These days the endeavor is mostly creative. I indulge myself in poetry writing:)! More than often, love pervaded,thus a tad bit embarrassing at times. But how can I help it, being an incurable romantic at heart. Life and literature is meaningless to me, sans romance. I am still extremely self conscious about this, and only very recently have started sharing this link with the world. Inspite of this awkward shyness, like any writer, I too have a strong urge to be read. What can be a better platform than this....thus...I continue writing so! A few lines about the title of my blog...Lais.sez-faire...I don't know french. I came across this phrase in wikipedia....somehow, one day...the very essence of freedom, surrounding this particular phrase appealed to me, though technically it indicates higher forms of political, social and economic ideology. Why should I bother about such lofty, obtuse concepts, I am just an aspiring poet, and absolutely refuse to look beyond the beauty of this phrase!
