It’s been a while
since I’ve felt the warmth of your hands,
that subtle heat that delights you
on a cold and rainy day,
I tried to forget but
the warmth of your hands
lingers on
dream dream dream
It has become so frequent that maybe it’s my way
of reconnecting back to you, albeit one that is not grounded
in reality
I’ve asked if they were dreams,
and each time I wanted to believe your words
that they aren’t
and each time i wake up to find you gone
Have you dreamt of me
and were we ever connected in it
Did you tell me that it was not a dream
because it was just a dream?
Crippled
My body is free but crippled
nonetheless,
entrapped in your absence,
my mind retreated,
homeless, my heart wandered
searching for the way back
with no way in sight
stranded
like a cripple
Mornings
Each morning is a new reality
The light seeps in through my eyelids
but what should have been a renewed blesssing is accompanied by a renewed reality
And each reality comes with the fact that you are no longer beside me
This thing
This unshakable feeling
This thing
Feasting upon my heart, my soul
This thing
That I know of but can’t purge
This thing
Called love(d)
The Faded Body
The lover watched,
as the lifeless body hung,
upside down and fading into a deep,
dark, dull red
It used to be full of life,
imbued with a love greater than
itself, perhaps a burden too much
for it to bear
And one might argue,
that the presence remains,
even if the life is fading away,
dripping downwards to
a sea of red
You | I
When all I want is to stand beside you
When all you want is to erect a wall between us
Poets
Maybe you write to beautify the world
but I write to bare my soul
as it is
as it is
Maybe that’s beautiful too
I miss you
but you are missing from my life
Light peeks
The light that peeks through my curtains
7pm
at the end of its day routine
faint and gentle
Its golden light forming a line
on the wall we used to
see the same sunset,
though,
it will never be the same
ever again
