Call it prose, or a prose poem but it is rough for sure. Its more or less sort of a forced vent which had to be written and posted just for the sake of pouring out a random idea that lurked in my mind for a few days. Hope it isn’t offensive to those who expect better quality stuff from me.
When you hid behind a thick oak tree
in a childhood game of hide and seek,
that we played one dark eventide,
I never knew I’ll be rendered blind-folded
to grope for your touch for a lifetime to come.
You were abducted by time that plunders
in the ripe environs of swelling nights
as I bumped onto objects, muted and dumb,
hurting my heart which bled
leaving behind a trail of red
through the journey of passing years.
The map of my life is reminiscent to
the colors of the day of Valentine
which reminds me of the little
game of hide and seek that
we so fondly played in our childhood.