[Poem] A thought

Unchained, untamed,
like this impish rivulet,
are your imprints on my mind.
Before the bat of an eyelid,
before the next whiff of breath,
whisked away by time.
A decaying belief
still lurks in solitude,
eyes riveted on the horizon,
for that blaze to reappear
in which you dissolved once
A moment of truth in the future
or morose opaqueness of a clouded mind?

Vijay © 26th November, 2005