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The Last Lament

My memory lost
consciousness as
a loudspeaker
recorded its last
lament.

—–

These songs are not original,
these words are not personal.
They just reflect my private sunshine
caught in the prism of public perusal.

—–

Perhaps
I was wrong all along
walking on the wrong
side of the sunshine,
while
in the shadows
your unknowns
revolted against me.

—–

This time
I’ll wait
until your
time stops
ticking.

—–

Now
son
don’t
you
dare
spill
your
trough
of
memories
this
pitiless
time
will
shortly
fade.

4 responses to “The Last Lament”

  1. Aran says:

    Ah Anil! I like this one. The third bit especially. And the music… I’ll have to go search for it now.

  2. Umi B says:

    Hi Nice A. R. Rehman melody there! You write very intense.

  3. Mermaid says:

    How do I respond to that post without sounding cliché or trite?

    Perhaps I can only dig deep and pull something up from with in my own heart, my own journey.

    The truth is, you don’t know if what you’re doing makes sense or different or right to others or yourself. There is something call instinct, and I’ve often wondered what the hell that means exactly.

    This is what I’ve found. In the silent moments when I am alone, it is the only voice that sings softly to me and lulls me to sleep. It is my own voice, challenging me to be brave when I feel scared, encouraging me when take that step into the darkness, even though I feel like I’m falling. I don’t know it at the time, but I smile back at the mottled memory of it, glad that I took the risk, knowing I am going where I need to (though I may not trust myself).

    Be well.

  4. Anil says:

    Aran: Thank you! The music is from Mira Nair’s Kamasutra.

    Umi. Thank you!

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