Someone left a pen… poem – Yuyutsu Sharma poems | Poetry Monster
Someone left a pen… poem – Yuyutsu Sharma poems | Poetry Monster
On the forsaken table of a restaurant, Zwarte Ruiter, Starbucks, Willy’s Bar, someone left a pen for me.
Someone left a feather, a note scribbled in a language illegible along the stony pavements of a dome, Milan, Rome, Koln.
Someone left a page, flash of a naked conch shell on an abandoned shore, Den Haag, Bremenhaven, Southampton.
Someone waited for me at night in the garden on a white bench naked, naked like a white cat facing the listless sheen of a green pond.
Someone left an email address, a card, a name on a scrap of paper in a city bus, or anguish on the screeching brakes of an underground train.
Someone kissed my dark eyes in sleep as she laid her silvery head on my shoulder, a book in her hand – midsummer night’s dream.
Someone left warmth of a Sun from her lungs, a warm mouth, zaika of a scented tongue, Dutch, Deutsch, English, French. Someone offered a bottle of wine, a cigarette, twig of cannabis, pod of a familiar fragrance aroma of a forgotten paradise, whiff of wet warmth of a burning bush.
Someone left a pen on the palpable table of my travels
