HOLLOW MEETS

No wonder meetings with you are very rare these days ,

and even if we meet in the back of our familiar garden

with our souls caught in a wild maze unable to awaken;

we meet with our minds lost in some twilight thoughts ,

we talk but in empty , endless chatters inside unlit slots

with tongues hurling pearls of construed  stray metaphors

at the broken doors ;

when meanings fall  to crawl on some slippery floors

even without the shadow of mythical fire being there

to assuage hearts infected with time inflicted sores !

Where is meaning gone from the word

 caught by misery at the core ?

Where is love lost in the labyrinth of arguments

that our wits simply bore ?

What are we now in this concrete jungle ?

Are we specs of meaningless dust on window panes

to be swept by random gusts to end  hollow pains ?

Are we just  tattoos pasted to hands of wind ?

Where else should I search

for each other to find ? For each other to find ??

@copy right : saroj k. padhi. 29/01/15