Anniversary Edition (November 2023)
By Saranya Narayanan
The night has pulled out, piles
Of pearls from the storms of yesterday,
When the rain that lashed the city,
Generously untouched my backyard where
I buried your memories afresh.
The dry patch of land that feeds on you,
Is the fruit that I bore,
For the love we loved.
I loved you each creepy night,
Crawling day, and lovely evening;
Painting the sky with penumbras.
Suns have dried up in my eyes,
And the rains have conquered my tears.
The autumn,like a full moon, is coaxed to
Glow through my windows;
Where the roses I kept for you have already,
Died a million deaths.
Through the hazy windings of the
I listen to our memories reverberating in the
Wayside blooms; but
They droop within my virgin hands.