by JAYDEEP SARANGI
Leaving without a final call
Taking an exit without a discussion
Without settling all on going poems
Mails, letters communicated
Holy thoughts are my poems
Dedicated to all who hold the Grail
Writing from towns and cities
Hearts stitching many other hearts.
All departures deserve a Grail
Beautiful frames, flower decorations
Elegies and dirges infested with
Memories of words, migration of calls
Minds travel, mind lose moments
New connections come closer
Used things migrate to fresh hopes
New faces are dearer, new dreams
Hopes holding hands with hopes
All lived moments are debris
Calls after calls, old moments
Remain unattended, no final words.
Hearts have no keys
This migration of mind is sudden
Or long planned, never know
For better or for worse, images blur with blood.
Here the old tree stands, hearthless
Among the ruins of hopes, shared times
Pages of Mapping the Mind,
Waiting, a call to awaken all.
How will that call come again
Will that be at all ?
Morning to late night pain mounts.
Poem after poem, only waiting.
Did we really made our last communication?
My ancestors are lined up
Beside a rivulet flowing hard
One last sentence, two minutes
Didn’t all shared-time deserve?
Hearths are no homes for poems
I shared with the poet, desiring silence from me
She is the busiest, happiest
All wishes will make her the best.
One day she will stand taller than all.
All will talk about her, the sunshine girl
Stitching hearts elsewhere, caring together
Here, the front door is wide open, she may get in.
Last updated April 11, 2025