Beginning... Poem by Vivek Kumar

Months have passed by, carrying these memories...
Guess, never found piece of paper to pen the stories...
Drawing the alphabets on white paper with red...
Thinking out loud, what do I have to sing instead..?

Truth is, nobody cares how long I have been absent...
Either poet no more or prettiest fountains to be spent...
Moreover, I am missing the rhythms and magic of words...
Will these lines be able to quench only reader's thirst..?

Summers must look back how cold winters looked...
Innocent dawn fog with dusky breezes and cracking woods...
Gazed at those silver stars of ice wandering around the moon...
Trying to drink the frozen emotions with a tiny metal spoon...

Walking on those paths more and more, it's still new...
Yet, I am never told how these sideways grasses grew...
That red umbrella has seen many rains lasted for hours...
Catching those evening smiles and droplets out of flowers...

Many things are to be said, more papers are to be filled...
Thousands of dusk are to be breathed with snowy winds...
Rest are millions of stars and denser mist to be gone through...
Knights were playing with my head but out of nowhere...
I just ended myself smiling and standing in front of you.....