At times my heart… (for Gautam, a dear friend)

a poem by Paromita Bardoloi

Dear Grieving Poet,

At times my heart rustles in the symphony of thoughts,
they ask me…
what ails your soul…
is it unrequited love or uncanny ways of life…
is it the fickle human behaviour or the changing facets of truth itself,
in the busy flow of life…
take some moment out and let me silently walk into your soul
and find reminences of yesteryears which left scars on your soul.
One day, let me try to find an answer to your tears that flows in the dark.

Friends forever,