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When she walked away
She walked away
Claiming she didn’t have you
Claiming she wanted you
Mind, body and soul
She was afraid of her own desire
Or your unexpressed ones
We shall never know
Sense and Meaning
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Shadows of the mind
Are real or dreams
What does it matter
When it seems real to me?
What is reality,
Why quibble over semantics,
When the fear and joy is real
That they instil in me.
Truth and fact
Don’t matter for me,
Context and
Perspective
Are what get me across the path
Every moment
Has it been an hour or ages ago
My heart and mind do not know
Earlier poems:
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The Rains
The rains have been here,
It seems like never before
I still am living the fear,
It bodes ill in store.
I loved the heat and the drought
I liked the sweat and grime,
We loved pottering about,
In nothingness and slime.
Where can we travel to,
In this watery sheets of steel,
What we can and can’t do
When we have stopped to feel?
Another Day, Same Place
It’s the same old street
Where I met you,
The same old fragrance hangs in the air,
Have you been here?
The street however seems a stranger,
Did it miss us?
Traveling around the world
what brought me back to this place I used to call home?
I search for your fragrance in the air,
The strangers on the street
Turn around and give me a stare,
Ignore them…and smell more ….
No you are not there…
The trees seem so grown,
The cobblestones seem so worn…
My forehead is creased
Travelling and searching has taken its toll
Thought I’ll be able to rest here, maybe home is here
But have to move, my home went with you.
– gautam
Where were you?
Some of my poems on Poetry.com
Living through dull days,
With hot humid weather,
It was easy to forget the past,
And easy to pretend no future.
No desire to hold on to the sands,
As the breeze blew them away,
Picking up my breathing carcass,
Waiting for the kiss of life.
You say you have floundered too,
As you walked the path of life,
We were looking, both of us,
Why did we take so long?
Copyright �2004 Gautam Ghosh
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