Craving

by Pankajam K

This dusk so still and chill

I sit at the doorway

Thoughts triggered

I sink to myself

Down to the last layers

Searching anxious

Beneath the wings of past

For the fun and laughter

Figment and fascination

Devoid of effluents

Those lost in oblivion

Between then and now

Without even the awareness

That I’m losing them

And a craving to catch upon

The tip of the thread

Somewhere

That still may be holding

Those beads of glee

And recapture

Their prolific appeal.

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Comments on this Poem

A poem full of emotions. Nice one, Pankajam.

Kumarendra Mallick
07-Nov-2014 11:11 AM