THREE LONELY NIGHTS

THREE LONELY NIGHTS

...At last
I raise my stiff neck
from the work desk
and lazily gaze
into the grey haze
of yet another
subsiding evening
of a dying summer.

The colours of the earth
and the sky
seem to coincide
and the leaves and twigs
have begun to die
a pale...yellow death
amidst the first breath
of early autumn.

*

Neatly,
I place the book mark
between the sheets
and shortly
I will proceed
to valiantly fight
another lonely night.

*

Just beyond the wall
a drop of saline escapes
from her eyes
and quietly falls
on a face full of grace.
And then,
all the tears
which she had
once stolen
from my childlike eyes
slowly wipe
her entire day's mask ;
...another lonely night
has come to pass.

*

A few hundred miles away
one more lonely day
has come to an end
and she silently pretends
to faintly smile
...all by herself
as a photo file
of a long ago
falls from the shelf
in a sudden echo
to shatter the quiet
of one more lonely night.

*

Thus begin
three nights ;
sad and desolate
once again.
Different places or same,
moonlit nights or rain ;
all three loves
gasp in vain
...at cross roads
...unlived
...unattained,
hopelessly waiting
for an unknown, elusive spring
where all colours
and all loves
could reconcile
to make their lives
worth some while
...somehow.

~ Shekhar ~

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