1/15/13

Forget Me Not
By Smita Anand Sriwastav


forget me not
when the lonely moon
flirts halfheartedly with
fleeting veils of tempest,
revealing the stark truth of
your haunting solitude,

forget me not
when spooned with
the emptiness of night breeze,
scented in nostalgia
you search in
moonlight's false promises
of tenderness,
for cuddling warmth.

forget me not
when darkness weeps
your sentiment's brine on
the sleeves of sublime pillows,
punctuated in muted sobs
of the wailing night
of insomnia.

forget me not
when scarlet syllables of
gulmohur's exuberance,
pepper the quietude of
a midsummer afternoon,
and you yearn to lie
on this petal-bed,
listening to someone
read poetry for you.

forget me not
on sultry evening when,
the chortling waves' ebb and rise
fails to quieten
the rigmarole of thoughts
churning within
grey matter and soul's marrow.

forget me not
when the glass of soda,
sweats alone on the table,
and the cheese omelet goes stale
uneaten on the kitchen slab
unable to beckon
the appetite of anorexia.

forget me not
when sepia moments within
old moth-eaten albums,
whisper of 'had-been' from
the attic of cluttered indifference,
to let memories limp out
and let you relive
that long lost past...


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I am an M.B.B.S. doctor with a passion for poetry and literature. I have always expressed my innermost thoughts and sentiments through the medium of poetry. A feeling of inner tranquility and bliss captures my soul whenever I pen my verse. Nature has been the most inspiring force in molding the shape of my writings. I have published two books and have published poems in journals like the Rusty Nail, eFiction India, Pyrokinection, Jellyfish Whispers and Contemporary Literary Review India and one of my poems was published in a book called ‘Inspired by Tagore’ published by Sampad and British Council. I have written poetry all my life and aim to do so forever.