Memories of Evenings Past

Those golden evenings

Of days bygone

Of laughter, jokes and

Meaningless stories

Shooting the air as

Time flew

And nights took

Us gently in her bosom

Memories we carry

Deep in our hearts

Words that now

Floats through ether

Impersonal alphabets

On the screen

Leave a painful void

Searching hands

Empty of feeling

Missing personal touch

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

5 thoughts on “Memories of Evenings Past”

    1. I was having my morning coffee today in bed Whatsapping with two classmates from decades ago. That’s where the “Impersonal alphabets” came from. I jotted it down lest I forget once the day starts. Not even sure what I wrote makes any sense or not.

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