Mitali - a Beloved Friend
The bright-eyed explorer. Raw Umber of a shelf. Thoughts, ideas and a new story every day. Of Fukuyama and Dostoyevsky; the quest for knowledge. The summer season and all things colorful. The bitterness of Coffee and crunching pages waiting to be written on. Something of a story, pieces-excerpts of the past as their memory. The occasional getaways and soulful music. Them believing in others and questioning themselves. The waft of flowers and the freshness in their skin, them meeting people and people falling in love with them. An afternoon spent, looking at diaries, sealed with love for someone special. Of them knowing what to feel and not understanding what they do. The moments in between the chaos, to be recognized. Too many pictures but not quite perfect for them. The yearly sight of the Bay of Bengal and cherishing it each time. A worn out wallet crowded with memories perhaps. their high pitched voice and the excitement hidden in it, the child that visits us frequently, keeping them sane. The going to places and capturing them in postcards. The anticipation of saving the world. Of them loving you immensely and taking away your pain. Them being soft, strong and able to hold so much. Reading everyone and waiting to be read.
Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment