It’s Been So Long…

 

It’s been long

I walked not barefoot

On the withered winter grass:

Dewy, unprized and fringed.

 

It’s been long

I didn’t catch up with a rain

Along the lonely esplanade:

Unmowed, wild and derailed.

 

It’s been long

I didn’t run unshackled,

Piercing through the feasting woods:

Wintered, unscathed and autumned.

 

It’s been long

I didn’t smell of a jasmine

Flowing in from a faraway spring:

Blistered and distained and abandoned.

 

It’s been long

I didn’t swim in a summer flute

From the edge of a monsoon fall:

Flooded, flustered and fledged.

 

It’s been a long, long time

I didn’t fly past the abandoned graveyard

Of hopes and dreams and despairs.

It’s been long

I didn’t plough the unfurrowed lands

Of passions, pains and desires.

 

It’s been such a long time

I didn’t see my body

Once I left in a Moon blanched night;

While watching the death of Death

And a look; so blank and blithe

On the trigger of an eternal flight.

 

© Atique R.