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Madhup Mohta Poems
Monika Rainbows are fantasies, Of an anaemic sun. If only our eyes were prisms
Remain With Me
With each snowfall and in each snowflake As I bury memories annd try to invent hope And seek to go beyond you and to return to my being As threads of time and of thoughts and the tides
Another leaf I turn in the book of life Another spring blossoms within me Cascades
Chopin In E Minor
When winds whirled and waltzed with virgin vines On a January night jejuned of all other joys You stepped into my mind, First curled and then unfolded and then wilted
If I am not you, I cease to be me And if you do not remember me Perhaps it is that you have ceased to be.
No. I Am No Neruda. I Am Me
Here this. And hear this in this, in this, the moment of your impudent abondon When you choose to ignore the calling of your head, and flow with your heart. In this the fragile moment that you live to love me, in all the honesty of your being.
Rainbows are fantasies,
Of an anaemic sun.
If only our eyes were prisms
Each Truth would have come clad
In a primary colour.
Dreams are facts,
Of life lived after-hours.
If only, we were awake
Each wish would come true
In the moment of its conception.
Songs are sorrows.
Of silences punctuated
If only we had heard
Each silence would have sung
With our heartbeats.
Flowers are memories,
Of fragrances dancing uncertainly.
If only we had remembered
Each scent would have embraced...