You know that feeling, at the back of your head,
A thought that’s always there,like background music,
Everytime you wake up or go to sleep, in bed,
The thought at the end, whether first or last, is that music,
that’s born from memories, of a smile, a certain laughter,
a certain twinkle of the eye, of sweetness shared,
And songs sung loud, of words used often.
You’re the strings that embrace my mind. Paired,
are thoughts of care and you, and never before,
have I come back to memory lane, regularly.
But do know this, as I stretch Time and Force
and bend all laws of physics and space,
to rewind time and see that smile, playing around
those dimpled cheeks, I gaze into those breath taking eyes,
all I know is, I am lost, in the beauty that your words can paint.
Sign out I do now, but I pray you hear,
Stretching time once again, those words that are immortal,
in essence, simply, “Love you, Idiot.”
Todays poetry contest entry was written by Y. K. Nambiar.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems in 2015?