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December Fireflies

Sometimes, somewhere,
I think there will be fireflies flying,
Shining their enigmatic light,
Illuminating the field,
and your grave.

Sometimes, here,
I wonder whether fireflies are real,
Whether they shine in joy or pain,
Whether they resemble our feelings,
Or maybe they are the dead souls of you
and in time, me.

Sometimes, then,
A long time ago beside the river,
The clear water reflected a dream,
One vision that would come true someday,
Then, that was the time we were young,
and full of dreams.

Sometimes, now,
I cry for you,
I don't have anyone to dream with,
I don't have you to guide me,
or walk along me, as we reach that dream,
Happy days are rare,
For there is one less star in the sky,
Another painful memory in me,
This cold December night,
I remember of you,
and myself together.

- Gp-2004-
[*] Still think its one of my best poem. Had this feeling that my naivety at that time made me write something purely from my heart. Its more than feelings, the death in the verses actually mean lost hopes, lost bonds. The lonely heart cries at night. The yearning fingers captures cold dry air waiting for faces not returning. It has this epic eternity feeling thats haunting and close to heart at the same time.

[*] Wrote this poem after reading the Calvin and Hobbes strip where Calvin tries to save a dying baby raccoon.

[+] The Original Post.

[-] Two more post below, please do read them. Wont be posting for a while.


alex said…

Fireflies are seen by people only in the dark. People do not look for them. They come infront of our eyes.
Princess said…
nice poem...
I enjoyed and felt the poem.

//For there is one less star in the sky,// felt the pain in me.

keep writing such wonderful poems.
Nahuatl said…
It sure is the best one :)
Jeevan said…
The Fireflies is what the Glow warms that shine in nights?

Very nice poem friend:) the dream one was superb.
Kavi said…
FAntastic !

A long time ago beside the river,
The clear water reflected a dream,
One vision that would come true someday,
Then, that was the time we were young,
and full of dreams.

That was me too ! You transport me to a different world, always.
Shiv said…
I loved this poem very much..gud one GP
One good poem from you ater so long..

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when we sit admiring
the cool breeze and wandering droplets
we realize we are admiring the beauty of loneliness
from afar, of you and me