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My April

by Sneha Subramanian Kanta
(Mumbai, India)

Lonely streets...

Fiction eludes
And sleep deludes me
Of a thousand dreams seen
On my pillow
A nine hundred were of
Grotesque, cold war
And of countries, and people
Battling within themselves
Fighting a war
Already lost

‘April is the cruelest month,
Breeding lilacs of the dead’, observed Eliot
It indeed is

Nights have never been so dark
And days; never so sharply bright
Of a hundred people streaming out of
The subway and coming
Out of the local station

I see so many faces
So many people
Yet no one stops by
To look around

Every night the stars seem to
Have shunned my existence
And I thought only people did

A heart bustling with hope
And love
Waits in a lonely corner;
Hearing a far off cry
Gets up, and gets going there

The place is that
The abandoned little street
Where we feel solace;
You and me…

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Apr 13, 2012
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Thank you
by: Sneha

Thank you so much, Tanuja! Your kind words would resonate in my mind for a long time...

Apr 13, 2012
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Lets dream on together friend!
by: Tanuja

You have given me a kernel of dream to thrive upon...What a fantastic poet you are! Hats off to you for making the unwanted dark emptiness look so beautiful through your words.

Apr 12, 2012
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Thank you
by: Sneha

Thank you, Eva for summing it up so well. Its a pleasure to hear from you always.

Thanks, Mo. Your words mean a lot to me. Love always!

Apr 12, 2012
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Loneliness
by: Mohit

I have no words for your spellbinding poem.I will always be by your side.

Apr 12, 2012
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My April
by: Eva Bell

Lovely poem Sneha. You have captured that sense of loneliness so well.

Apr 10, 2012
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Thank you
by: Sneha

Thanks Geetashree, for those beautiful words!

Apr 09, 2012
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Aah....
by: Geetashree Chatterjee

Evocative and multi-layered!!!!

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