(I saw my tears rippling down in the streams <br />I found all my pains dancing in my dreams) <br /> <br /> (1) <br />In a white uncrumpled paper, I would <br />I could do so before, my stumbling mood <br />A standalone shadow, when overlaps another <br />Gets some space finally, like a good neighbour <br />However exhumed, without any trace to follow <br />Deep inside so much, ne’er to glow- <br /> <br /> (2) <br /> <br />When the window shuts, without any force <br />I found myself, locked up in an unmined source <br />Everything precious, well-handed with preciseness <br />But I dips and drops in a black unholiness <br />Still something would, perhaps after many winters <br />I may behold that, without a drop of single feathers <br /> <br /> (3) <br /> <br />The paper white as an ivory flutters up sometimes <br />But nothing I could put, as fresh as limes <br />When a bird I saw wandering above in vain <br />Weariness the word I prefer and a thankful strain <br />The golden streaks and luminous fragments of evening <br />But I couldn’t capture to get something a little simmering<br /><br />amitav mazumdar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/around-my-words/
