POETRY : The Nectar of Life Page 9

The Pale Pages

Pages that turn flaky yellow

Remind of moments yester-years

When you n I were unaware

Of reciprocal life long peers.

Moth-filled surface

Were company alone

Of my heart unsatiated.

The moth of the pale pulp

Filled my horizon luminous

Like glowworms do in starry nights.

Ilumined but hollow,

My heart did beat

Of longed long loneliness.

Today I read the same paled pages

Aged and crooked,

lines of wrinkles prevailed ;

They smile through lines

Like old good friends

Assured with your presence.

On my lap, your dark head sways

As you relish the sun-pecked rays

Be it joy or dismay in store

Giddy's the heart for togetherness.

      

      Losing your sight along trails of time

I turn around for prints

Of you n I close walking by

My palm held in ours sans amiss.

As I sit by the showers of sea

With my ancient mate

Turning the pages

I wonder why

For you do I await.