Your Hug Or A Passing Dream Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Your Hug Or A Passing Dream
The parting hug of yours this morn
Ere you tore ‘way from me at dawn,
Looked as if I was lost in dream,
Flustered, I broke some sweat cold
But it did to me so seem:
Some moments are made of gold.
Were it my passion's passing reverie
Made but of fluffy memory
O soon to fade off in time,
And leaving me in utter strife,
Though robbed of a good rhyme,
It remained well ensconced in life.
And were it so what would I deem?
I know not: but it does so seem
That tighter held faster things slip,
Much like grains of sand that creep
Thru the fingers in a tight clasp,
Howso mindful the sand we grasp.
So was your hug— even if in a dream,
Whatso it be, not apart to me seem.
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Musings |21.03.13|
The parting hug of yours this morn Ere you tore ‘way from me at dawn, Looked as if I was lost in dream, Flustered, I broke some sweat cold But it did to me so seem: .......fantastic beginning with haunting expression. Brilliant poem is amazingly shared.10
Thank you Kumarmaniji for appreciating the poem, and with such good words.
Mesmerizing poem, you conjured magic in this amazing write. A 10 full score and much much more! I have enjoyed this so beautifully composed stanzas with best lovely end rhymes.
Thank you so much dear poet. If you, a good poet yourself, says so I accept with humility if the poem has come out so well. Yet however this is not generally my genre.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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7/21/2025 6:15:21 PM # 1.0.0
A VERY Brilliant poem... REALLY captivating POETRY. Mesmerizing WORDS POET ME HAS EVER HEARD KEEP at it O poet FRIEND You will reach the farthest end While most of us slip off the next bend .. DEAREST AP
O come on PP, it's your modesty if you say 'while most of us slip...'. And who knows, 'the farthest end' could be edge of precipice from where you only can fall. But thanks, good words are good words. Period.