down ‘memory’ lane

some pink, some white, some dead —
all the blossoms look fine-spirited,
dangling by the warm wind & waning
words of despondency,

abridging the distance between lives
&loves, unfulfilled, coming unhinged,
undone in the suggestive colours and
cocoons of their stationary existence.

i look grim in the blues of many nights,
still-born like a survival tale,
i am wicked, and winning at this game
to know of my wherewithals (wise ones),

when the night is over and i am down
&drunk over the waters of a pious Lethe,
flowing, coursing, right through me.

.
© Anmol Arora

Day 13
(Inter)National Poetry Month

3 thoughts on “down ‘memory’ lane

  1. sanaarizvi says:

    This is incredibly deep and intense in its portrayal of past memories 🔥 the mind is a library you can reach out a choose a book from one of the shelves and it will dictate your innermost feelings to you. Especially love; “waters of a pious Lethe flowing, coursing right through me.” It serves as a perfect contrast and culmination. 📝💜💜

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  2. ” abridging the distance between lives
    &loves, unfulfilled, coming unhinged,
    undone in the suggestive colours and
    cocoons of their stationary existence.

    i look grim in the blues of many nights,
    still-born like a survival tale” – Great piece, I really enjoyed reading this. I will be back to read more! 🙂

    -Renee Verona
    rarityofparadise.com

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