Untold sagas:trapped refrains

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Unabashedly he stared; ensconced
in his arms she felt safe yet scared.
Eons melted away between them
when he realized how much he cared…
Tearing his eyes away, he waited
with bated breath: broken moments,
flanked by fragmented slivers
floated in between, untapped.
Unrequited, unresolved, in that moment
he lived several lives, yet breathed easy again.
Was life cruel or was it a warped
sense of time instead? Or was it just
a disconnect from another day, another
epoch, that had suddenly manifest?
Whatever it was, it made him complete,
just a look was all he waited for, just a
whisper carried ever so lightly on the
morning zephyr, bringing tidings from
her homestead.
Was it all real, or just a story, neatly woven,
deeply embedded in his head?
Copyright Suverchala Kashyap

Comments

Shourya said…
This poem is very touching and speaks of longing. No doubt many of us readers must have connected those severed strands of our lives with the balm of these soothing words
10 October 2020 at 02:32
Suverchala said…
Yes, like most of the write-ups this poem too is layered and open to interpretation at several levels. Thank you for the appreciation and am glad you could connect Shourya...
10 October 2020 at 03:04
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