To Write Memories Poem by Soumita Sarkar

Not actually lonely
No I am not pining
But this periodic pain
is but like a running drain
Heed it at times
many a moment forget
Every rolling eye counts
I am still in a funny brain
Belie whom can I?
It began and now no end
If at all a countenance
can slide near some where
I can talk with my eyes
I can tell my detail
If only some one in chance
could share the same plight
My position right in time
My head could stop this game
Writing the memories each night
in a sheet of clear dream
All white and no black
This is a pasture grey
Covered in few colours
this rainbow is my heart
come closer you cunning spy
to see two loneliness depart