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

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

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