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Who calls (the lost cellphone poem)   2 comments

I’ve lost all I had
the memories are all gone
robbed by a stranger in need of glory
of a fancy phone looking pretty

here i am walking alone
the clouds above will pour anytime
and i shall be out of reach
as i wonder who will call…

who calls when i am weeping
who calls when i am breaking
into pieces that i am still struggling
to make into one complete picture
who calls when the nights are filled
with mind numbing chatter
who calls when your mother is sick
when she is the only one who can comfort you

i am dreaming of a morning
even if it happens with a few dim stars
and a moon wobbling
i am waiting for my soul to call
to draw me close in its arms
to end the wait for a man who won’t care
that i am beyond reach in the wee of hours

who calls when you feel delirious
who calls when you discover contentment
is beyond a feeling that comes
from doing everything right
who calls when the mornings are filled
preparing for a shock that would hit later
who calls when you are lying in bed wondering
where you missed the point of your existence

i’ve lost all the time
that i was struggling to redeem
he who stole my phone relieved me
of my baggage as expensive as Gucci

here i am riding alone
the rains seeping through my jeans
and there is no music in my ears
as i wonder who I’d be listening…
but me.

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Posted June 18, 2012 by Deepti G Gujar in nouvelles poèmes

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