In The Cold Light Of Day

How lethal were the arrows of emotions

When the amorous glimpse was the fatal blade

And daggers of thy eyes

Expeditiously sliced through my Heart

With a queer tranquility,

Alas!

‘Tiz all but fog,

In the cold light of day!

Those chilly November nights on the terrace

And the sweet fragrance of thee

When dulcet feelings

Wrapped up like a cozy blanket

With a heady wine of Love,

Alas!

‘Tiz but a dream,

In the cold light of day!

How I felt such ecstasy

When the Temple bells rang in cadence

With blissful tides

Of my personal hymn

Contemplating a wedlock,

Alas!

When did it cease?

In the cold light of day?

A promised uttered,

“That I shall revert at sunset”

And flowers nodded

To bloom with radiance the next day

Whilst I waited with curiosity,

Alas!

‘Tiz but gushing wave which carried it away,

In the cold light of day!

What an ethereal beauty

Of togetherness we coiled

And now emotions are distorted by time,

Rippling through the reticent pool of memories

Where fathomless well of thoughts reside with untold Images.

Alas!

‘Tiz all but a peripatetia,

In the cold light of day!

~ Copyright © Surabhi Kaura 2015

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Surabhi Kaura

Surabhi is a Poetess by heart and an aspiring Author. She has done her Bachelors in Paralegal Studies, and is currently taking the post-grad certificate in TESOL at the University of Toronto. Her love for writing poems has been her strength. She is currently working on publishing her first novel.

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