Friday, March 10


I went for walk around town today.
Crossed streets
picked up paths
I hadn’t seen before.
Each stone on the way
Had your name written on it.

I looked up at the sky
birds flew overhead
a stray balloon floated by
kites stuck on trees
spelt nostalgia
and with them on the branches,
I saw,
your name.

Passing people by is a game.
Sometimes you look at them and they tell you stories.
sometimes a silent greeting
recognizes lost words and enigmas.
someone’s mole
someone’s eyes
someone’s stray curl
swimming on the forehead
striped shirt
striped shoes
all remind me of you.

I don’t want to forget you.

I want your name to forget
And stop visiting me.


Avalonian said...


GhostOfTomJoad said...

Wasn't going to comment but...couldn't pass this up. It's really very nice. Like it very much.

ss said...

nostalgia has it's pitfalls

Fingers said...

ghost, did you make up your mind not to comment? i wonder why...

Parul Gahlot said...

very nice indeed! I like

Nessa said...

I loved this:

I want your name to forget
And stop visiting me.

But why? :(

Fingers said...

Parul, thank you.

Nessa, too many memories can make it claustrophic...need to let go...

Ravages said...

Oh yes. Neat pome. I particularly like the ending.