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Her Grace

And when he embraced her – his eyes were blinded by her fragrance and his soul ebbed with the warmth of her love. Such was her grace.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah


That Mohair Scarf

Every week day he waited,
at the train station for her to come,
So that he can see one glimpse of her,
before his day begun.

That day she didn’t come for a long time,
He craned his neck in all direction,
To get her dwindled sight.

And when he was busy,
Prying the crowded path,
Her distinct fragrance,
His senses caught.

He turned around with an anxious heart,
Her mohair scarf gently brushed his eyes,
And by the time he could got rid of the blind,
She was long gone.

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It is a reverie,
A canvas daub with your memories,
Now awaken to bitter actuality,
I am discern of your abrupt evanesce,
And that withering hope of your appearance,
Is dwindling away with the passing time,
Knowing I can’t mend it,
Makes my heart bereaved of your endearment.

But not the soul,
Never deprived of your thoughts,
Though our time was short-lived,
The reminiscence is enough to cherish forever,
Your impressions still fresh from yesterday,
For the times when I am alone,
To bring that occasional smile,
Drifting me to a reverie,
Where I can live with your memories.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah