You forgot to say goodbye, and I remembered not to tell you my name.
Now we became islands, only ocean can find us. Waves are coming back and forth.
I can hear the distant symphony, but the fog curtains the sight.
Its us all awake at night, and there’s those days of dreams.
We were the only dream catchers.
Have you seen the wizards anymore? or the old men of great wisdom?
I can’t find the path of butterfly’s soul, the light of rainbow lost long ago.
I can’t feel anything anymore.
Sometimes I wonder how is it feel like not to feel anymore?
No pain, no happiness, no trauma, no laughter, no attachment.
It’s so empty like a great vacuum space, hollow inside.
Often I sit beside the window or next to the dream of our baobab tree.
I sit silently, not a word I whisper, and I try to find the words from the memory.
I try to hum the song which mothers used to sing, but I can hear only my heartbeats.
I stay silent and silence beacame mine.
Ohh! so much noise, please tell them not to speak, I’m listening to you only.
You, who was the only sky, scattered into millions of stars.
I sit and wait, wait and wait, for the infinity, that I lost into oblivion.
I forget to say goodbye, and you remember not to remember my name .
We become the fate, and destiny whispers the tale.
I stay silent and silence beacame mine…….you can write some beautiful lines
Thanks so much Surjya da.. 🙂
Great work.Keep it up.
thank u so much for ur comments and motivation.. Good wishes for u..
what a nice poem, paroma – your style of writing is very much your own in english and in bengali – please continue on and on – weaving your gossamer dreams – the words they float – some softly fall – a sadness somewhere – where I dont know…
Thanks so much Gugul.. I really appreciate your comments. It really feels great when when my words can communicate with you. Best wishes for you. Have a great time.