MARGINS

[vijay nikore]

                        MARGINS

    With calculated margins

     between the cup and the lip,

     between the life and the death,

     span the gaps with

              a personalized loneliness.

     Embracing the dark curtains

     of the smoky night,

     let the steaming hours

     evaporate the time,

     to annihilate

     the undying nostalgia..

     painting desultorily

     black with black,

     eager to erase the horizon.

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                                      -Vijay Nikore

      (This poem has been published in the print edition of

      The Hindustan Times, India, in its Sunday magazine)

    

     

 

 

[rajesh kumari]

     Embracing the dark curtains

     of the smoky night,

     let the steaming hours

     evaporate the time,

 incredible thought from the depth of the heart,wonderful composition.congrats with best wishes.

[vijay nikore]

Respected 'Raj' ji:

 

My heartfelt thanks to you for your kind and precious appreciation.

 

Vijay Nikore

[Vindu Babu]

Respected sir namste!
Firstly cogrates fr publishing the verse.
Please clear following literary gems some more-
'Span the gaps with a personalized lonliness' &'desultorily'
Heart of the poem as i felt-
let the streaming hours
evaporate the time
to annihilate the undying nostalgia.
Very nice!

[vijay nikore]

Dear Vandana ji:

 

//span the gaps with a personalized loneliness//

1....loneliness, when present, makes its home in our deepest core,

its a feeling that is too personal for that person to describe, and also it is difficult

for anyone else to really know it, or to know the depth of it.

2....there are times when we want to say something, but can't...we want to scream,

but can't because there is a lump in the heart ... this is the personalized loneliness.

//desultorily// ...painting desultorily

                          black with black

                          eager to erase the horizon

 

Here the reference is to a person who is left with only one color in the pallet, the color of loneliness, i.e. black,

and, using this 'only' color, he/she is desperate to remove the line of demarcation between the earth and the sky.

 

My heartfelt thanks for the interest you have shown.

 

Regards,

Vijay Nikore

 

[vijay nikore]

Thank you Vijayashree ji for 'Liking' this poem.

Vijay Nikore