I saw my premises; <br /> in greens and blues, <br /> in whites and indigos <br /> blend, as I buried my eyes <br /> deep in my sleeping pillow. <br /> Closer bloods and distant bonds <br /> then said, ' we are nearly away'. <br /> In that sinless promenades <br /> were my lonely likes <br /> and those little killing duties. <br /> And they were going places <br /> in search of me. <br /> Walking past that timeless recess, <br /> I met a few of my playful days. <br /> They said, in that passing glee, <br /> 'Away! you have never been'. <br /> Wet and stuttered, I walked. <br /> Not too far, still beyond, <br /> like severed loves with eyes <br /> merged in each other's. <br /> A season was there <br /> in her last legs. <br /> Shedding flowers all over <br /> and shooting even twigs <br /> with late buds, <br /> she was hopping dales, <br /> wishing away her floral fantasy. <br /> Her way wound. Her robe, <br /> dew-frilled, evenly washed <br /> bowers and groves, sun-beaded. <br /> Nowhere I have found <br /> their resemblance all these ways. <br /> Awoke, now, with all my likes, <br /> I shuttle my senses to places <br /> to feel such a passing glee; <br /> 'Away! you have never been'.<br /><br />A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/away-you-have-never-been/
