My myopic eyes
in the whitewashed veins
dissolved a Solar Eclipse once,
sprinkled slowly in the transparent ponds
of vision, through a negative film of ours.
Call it now, The fate’s cruel jape.
A sky long-awaited
and devoid of sunlight
is forgotten forever.
I do remember though, the universe we created
in silence, while we lent our voices
to an air that couldn’t speak.
The negative is now a mere vicissitude of colors,
for a time that went lost in translation.
– Shashank Bhardwaj
Writings to Heaven 
This is outstanding!
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Thanks Nandita.. though I would have to say it could have been better.
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The writer often feels so. But the reader finds it perfect nevertheless. 🌝
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:). Have you read James Merrill’s Poems?
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Voices from the Other World?
Only that. A long while ago
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I am Reading his works nowadays, this title was inspired by one of his works/poem. I kinda felt it is worth writing on today.
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That’s great. I loved your work.
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Thanks again. 🙂
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Lost and found…
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Thanks
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