Monday, 31 March 2014


Memories of another spring once more
to make my wounds bloom again
in the new found comfort of the young leaves
green on the old branches of my tree.
When this merry wind blows in its tipsy gait
on a slow afternoon and I feel it
on my drowsy eyes heavy with remembrance
I realise how cruel the beautiful spring can be.
The dry and barren hills resonating
with the empty grey  silence of far away
mark the territory of my vanquished dreams .
As the green leaves smile all around
and beckon me to join the carnival of life
something or the other brings you back
with the memories of another spring , once more.

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