During the periods of stipulated flashbacks <br />Memories may not always be smooth or soothing <br />The pages of the wary calendars <br />Under the color of my melancholy ink <br />May not forget nor forgive the pain <br />Yet I would love to be alone again. <br /> <br />My heart will never burst into laughter <br />Nor will cry in rain <br />Flashbacks of the scenes may not survive <br />With all the clocks in my hand, for they are the silent warriors <br />Dead, fought in vain. <br /> <br />The next day is always so crucial <br />Fighting against all the odds <br />Yet the motion seldom walks along <br />With our dreams or feel at home in accord. <br /> <br />If you think you win or a loss for me, <br />All the days are numb, crying silently <br />Morning brings nothing but wary nights <br />Passions grow old from everyday fights, <br />Let me put it straight for ages to come; <br />Not time but moments may matter to some.<br /><br />Suvro Bhattacharya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-with-my-loneliness/
