Losing Things
written by: Prabhanjan K. Mishra
These days I lose things
a watch, a mobile, my diary
or a file in the clutter around my house,
my broken heart, missed throbs.
I search my pet places,
rack by the commode for the books,
under the pillow for the watch and
and loved faces for my lost memories.
I can’t find myself in my fond reveries,
not sure where to look
for them or any link for a guide.
I hold my heart in my palms….
Besides my peace, my silences.
The beats of heart scattered,
blown away to unknown
distances across anger, tears. sulks.
Have they settled around you
where you float like a leaf
shorn of its tree in my autumn
in your calm harbour?
They weep for the crumbs
from your eyes; your sunny mornings
sowing mustard blossoms
along the walks wherever you go.
Those lost valuables, that have
been lost along with my mind and self,
memories, heartbeats and thoughts;
and I lie despondent, desolate.
Have they gone searching footsteps
of our past among irises and fallen leaves,
or reeds and rushes to coast
in wait until your boat comes calling?
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