Subimal Sinha-Roy Poet Free verse

A Secret Kept

The moist meadow of my heart 
dried desolate like a desert.
The mist of parched passion 
spread with mystique opacity 
from the halcyon horizon that waited 
for the southern wind to blow 
from the fervent sparkling sky 
with your sequined charisma,
draping the shades of blue within me.

If you’d turned into an emerald tree 
in the far away fawn forest, 
the baroque boughs would’ve reached out 
to the seraphic sky of yearning.  
In their soothing shade 
I would’ve reposed for a while,
hear the song the leaves rustled 
with the drops of the dancing rain. 

In the titular template of loneliness,
the transient motif of dreams
the beginning engraved
in the million footsteps I etched for you,
tracing the course for the agonized heart
that quivered like the wilderness willow.
The configuration of the unyielding essence 
repudiated the catharsis reprisal.
I found a place at the edge of your taciturn time,
sensed the sound of furtive silence.

As all the dreams blazed in an inferno,
I breathed the smoke of the ashen memory,
afloat quietly in the sky of nothingness.
In the space between the slices of my heart,
where the frail feelings got frozen,
the design of desolation intertwined 
with the splinters of the icons of desire.
They flew away to the corral of anonymity      
on the trajectory of covert longing,
lay within the poignant crypt as a secret kept.

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