If there was just one thing I could change
To, William Arthur Philip Louis
If there was just one thing I could change
I would request an odd divinity to ferment in an Elixir
Which never intoxicate, nor take the state beyond rationality
No one is an aftermath of coping, coping in understanding , way upstream.
As fallen shadows on a puddle of rainwater have nowhere to move or shift
Only a hazy vibrations tell them a lot, as eloquence are often that, just that
I can take a book that belongs to you, even without passing the faith test
And outside, the lonely balcony and a streak of a moonlit story, is still viable
I will wait for you there, your warmth, shirt and your a bit hardened posture these all,
I can still try to smell hair oil that slowly calms down a bird nest, in a placid way
And you can still surmise, after all these are turned down, and burned down,
“I was thinking about her, as, she could be a better one!”
Am I a transcribed poem? I often think these days.
Am I a sound, like an abacus on a motif, that knew today, gathering yesterday or before
As sunlight, dimmed prayer bids, these all are reaching, till none or nothing are there, in further need of anything
To debate, derail or to juxtapose even, in any specific way
I can rub your wrinkled skin, and wrinkle free attire, too.
You and I, and the nemo in an axis, of a world, as a dipthong, somewhere
The inevitable, frequency and the outlier, befitting for a fitting remnants!
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2024
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2025
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