Please join me in welcoming our new monthly poetry contributor. Dr. Archan is a very diverse, dynamic poet who has written on an array of timely topics over the years, for various publications. Here he shares his thoughts on love and its many lessons.
Enjoy!
Drifting Apart?
Baby:
I’m not coming home
For you have lost the
Art of capturing my heart,
And I guess that
We have drifted apart.
Baby:
There was a time
When we walked,
Hand in hand,
On a stranded beach,
Close to oblivion.
Baby:
There were stars
In our eyes,
When we were young and foolish,
Way back then,
But we have drifted apart
And there is nothing
Left between us:
Just the memories
Of yesterday
And no tomorrow
To look forward to.
Baby:
Do you remember?
It used to be
Just me and you
But our world conveniently
Forgot about us
And now we
Have drifted apart:
Fallen like old comrades
In a sinking ship
Headed for the bottomless pit
Of the ocean—
Like prisoners of war
Walking the plank
On a pirate’s ship
Destined for shark-infested waters.
Baby:
There is no rose
Beautiful enough
To mend our sorrows
Because we have drifted apart.
Baby:
We have fallen
Like angels dancing
On broken shards of glass:
How we have drifted apart,
Over the years.
Baby:
The days are near
When you and I
Will come close to tears.
Baby:
We have drifted apart
And there is no way
In the world
We’re going to ever
Make a brand, new start.
Baby:
You go your way
And I’ll go my way.
Baby:
We can no longer
Sit on a magic carpet
Made of dreams;
Nor sing songs
Longing for eternity
Because you and I,
Baby, were never
Meant to be, don’t you see?
Baby:
Maybe it is time
For us to search
For another country,
For we have drifted apart.
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Dr. Archan Mehta has earned a PhD. in Management. Currently, he is a Consultant and Writer based in India. In his free time, Dr. Mehta likes to stroll in the outdoors and party with close friends. He is also fond of meditation. Please feel free to reach out to the poet at archanm@hotmail.com at your convenience.
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