Friday, March 29, 2013

Lest We Forget

Lest we forget,
Carved in war memorials remain,
Yellow rose lives nipped in spring
Tired feet walking on shores
And hearts beating on bunker doors
Arteries bleeding June grasses red
Their names etched on grey stones,
Lest we forget.

Lest we forget,
The changing images on your laptop screen
Volcanic islands reeking tears of the earth
Crimson, yellow, scalding surfaces thick,
And the Monday morning blue of the Pacific,
Staring solemnly at the working week ahead,
Ticked in the log books of our memory,
Lest we forget.

Lest we forget,
The toffee wrapper glistens in my coat pocket,
The lottery winning joy for a Rupee
Hidden away like a Swiss A/c secret
Is the evening wrapped in chocolate
Our shy silence needs words,
And they fight the crumpled white of the pages
Lest we forget.

Lest we forget,
The air of your bedroom remains heavy,
A cocktail of your after shower lotion and a tired body
Your reclining form three metres away,
Like a declining sun after a scorching day.
Laughter flowing like a mountain stream,
Remained trapped in the cobwebs of your room,
Lest we forget.

6 comments:

Abin Chakraborty said...

it seems u r on a roll.good.especially loved the last two stanzas.there's n intimate sensual charm in those.

sayan said...

thank you...i thought i would call you up last night to read it out to you..bhablam deri hoe geche..ei ta likhe besh shukh peyechi

Jinksy said...

And the Monday morning blue of the Pacific,
Staring solemnly at the working week ahead


How true!

Adura Ojo said...

I like your writing style and use of words like silence. Easy to read and understand.

Laura said...

so much to remember... beautiful poem.

Kim Nelson said...

lest we forget...
I recently spent a week in Washington DC and had the opportunity to again visit the war memorials. These edifices are spectacular reminders and memorializations. Your poem hits that note just right.

http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/04/08/words-work/