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I lay on the pricking grass, beneath the blanket of the ebony sky
and admirably gaze at the billion brilliant burning stars
when recollections flood in.
I reminisce scarcely, yet I remember her mellifluous throat,
his sonorous chuckle and their sweet faces.
Amidst our friendship’s delight, fate, that distant observer
,hiding,viewing our growing bond, grew envious.
He pulled them away from me, and sorrow’s shadows drew close .
Comrades I had numerous, as numerous as the lines of the Iliad,
but now all that remained were the haunting echoes of their bittersweet presence.
I was forgotten akin to that star, that streak of light which flares across the heavens only
once, that visually pulchritudinous ephemeral spectre,
rejoiced only for a moment; only an instant does it stay in our minds,
before our eyes and then, it vanishes into the ebony night once more where it was
born,almost forever for we shall know not when it returns.
My words- my melancholy, miserable, beautiful words only to be heard by me,
the incandescent moon and the fiery stars,
for there are none but us to pay heed to them.
How my eyes held back the fierce tears ,how those grim drops mutinied in the spheres,
how my blood flowed,turning my face crimson
and how that maddening beat of my heart throbbed incessantly in my head,
how my fists clenched at the thought that they shall feel the touch nevermore.
I lay on the pricking grass, beneath the incandescent moon and the fiery stars,
amid the empty trees and the chilling larks and the howling hounds and the breathless
waves running hither and thither on the dormant pond,
my only companions now.
From my soul and my maddened, saddened heart, found only in the utter depths of my
body, laying there,visceral, quiet,
still forcing a painful throb in my temples,that I erase all memory- good and bad of them
and ultimately be liberated from the imprisoning grasps of reminiscence.
For I , I bade them goodbye.
A Sonnet for Love