"And we sat in front of an /
auburn sky /
and talked of found-homes /
and lost-loves. /
We smiled at our follies & foolishness, /
& with a tinge of regret (o yes) wondered /
at where life had taken us."/
Is there any ending to any story, ever?
Even if something ends, there is residue floating in the universe - or in the universe inside us. Because every experience, every relationship, every happenstance leaves either dust or ash, for our lives to deal with. It could clog every artery of our memory or mi...
"And we sat in front of an /
auburn sky /
and talked of found-homes /
and lost-loves. /
We smiled at our follies & foolishness, /
& with a tinge of regret (o yes) wondered /
at where life had taken us."/
Is there any ending to any story, ever?
Even if something ends, there is residue floating in the universe - or in the universe inside us. Because every experience, every relationship, every happenstance leaves either dust or ash, for our lives to deal with. It could clog every artery of our memory or mix in magical ways with our blood to render us changed.
Either way we are rendered different, beyond imagination, beyond redemption....
I am Sunil Bhandari.
I am a poet based out of India. My book of poetry 'Of Love and Other Abandonments' was an Amazon bestseller. My second book is 'Of journeys & Other Ways to Get Lost'. Both are available on Amazon.
Get the podcast, a lovely free book of poems and other resources here .
Follow me on Instagram at @sunilgivesup.
Get in touch with me on uncutpoetrynow@gmail.com
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