Last Summer

Last Summer prose poem

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I clearly remember it was last summer
we were in the pacific on a cruise,
getting tan on our bare back
While sun was smiling, we were
Drinking to cool off the blaze….
It is a delight that we could
freeze that moment for the rest of our lives
for the splendid summer is visible but vice……..

I still remember how I tripped and you helped me up
Drunk and smoked up we tried all and
And we were lost like never before
to the tune played only to the angels
guarding the doors of heaven!
And we bantered all the while and
Let them crowd watch us try and
we fell in love with our togetherness all over again.

I still remember the colors of summer were
Not just white and black, but blue and green, and red
and yellow, until there was nothing left to swallow.
And we kissed and we talked and we ate and we slept
While the sun was still up and shining on our face…..
We tried all that smelled fun and never worried
‘Coz we were quite young and life smelled fun…….

Long after the summer of togetherness
There came the winter of irksome swirls
She was more attached to pot
Yes I was responsible for leading her to it
Delirium was the state now for her
And I was just a part of her myth,
witnessing only from a few steps away
Now I was like a ghost who walked by
all day all night and yet she refused to even reckon me

Like it is said ‘Choice of colors of winter was up to me’
I painted the walls in all the colors I remembered
From the summer we spend on the cruise
In the pacific, the last one, yet so beautiful….!
Vowed to call her back from that mean hard winter
and find that happiness that is lost in solstice……
Stayed by her side all along until I brought her back.
I found the reason for the happiness yet again…
Now I know Life is worth the effort to be happy
By being happy in whatever way it appears……..

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if you and I were walking on a beach, you may prefer being mesmerized by the horizon while I choose to inspect introspectively the foot trails I leave behind!
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