The Poet

The Poet

Sunday, August 22, 2010

So Many

so many candlelit bedrooms
so many exotic perfumes
all that fussing; and the fights
late dark streets, alone at night
rainy mornings just before day
so many times, walking away

miles of smiles and pretty faces
all the lovers who left traces
lines on forehead, fading scars
hearts as distant as the stars
something inside, somehow dying
someone, somewhere, lies there crying

so many kisses, of love begotten
lingering images to be forgotten
road ahead-long and daunting
words once said, in my head, haunting
aching loneliness keeps on stalking
slow and tired, just keep walking

so many times, so many lovers
so many mornings... keep walking