Friday, February 14, 2014

The Custodian of My Solitude...

I've forgotten none of you –
I remember
the hours by the lake,
and how we shared a passage
no one else might encounter.

A tenderness for ideas,
the light that fell on our things.
How fine music tasted
with the guest of my secret hours.

Thank you for being
the custodian of my solitude,
the knower of my past, and the atonement
of my uncertain future.

And as the keeper of my sanity -
I remember
only you.

- Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi

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