The Unfathomed

No wind blows across these fields anymore
No butterflies hover over these lands
Dead are these trees that once swayed in glee
Forlorn looks my yard succumbed to fate's decree

Shadows of you I still see on my wall
Of walks you've taken  in my past
Silhouettes of memories on the back of my eyelids
I gave away my heart in a way the world forbids

Joys of your presence now confined to memories
Echoes of your laughter cumbered to fancies
Veiled behind screaming silence is a cry of hope
Unscathed by distress I still hold the endless rope 

To the dark tune of the long night my feelings unfurl
Unfathomed they hide like oysters pregnant with a pearl

- Deepak Karamungikar