Normality

 

Many were there, just near the mango tree

“it’s getting time” the elder said

His words echoed in my hearts

Like the thunder which hold the breath of mine yesterday

 

My eyes were in a hurry

In search your presence there

Where the air stained with the puff of loss

Snatching all around in that funeral ground like a hawk

 

The ceremonies had finished, with a silent pain

My tears flood to the Ganges and it floods

My heart was numb as I was in the evenings of Manhattan

Draped   memories of our past in this tapestry

 

I back to my room again, with the burden of your memories

It crouched into my head like a short sprawl and i fell down

Countless were my breath, where i was panting for air

My nerves were struggling for survival in my mind

 

They brought me to river Lethe one day

Where I took a shower in the rain

And I met you there, with an enormous strange

I cried out your name with my silence

 

Yes, it was you, you and You

My normal being, my normality of everything

I lost you during my journey,

Where my head and heart part

For unknown reasons of knowing

We met again in hill top, one evening

Where you were also in a search of your lost normalities

 

 

 

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