Dreaming from far away

Grief comes
and recedes
like waves
The eyes forget
the contours of your face
Your smile is etched briefly
Then fades, smudges over
We are the broken columns of sunlight
Illusions of youth,
 holding fire in our hands.
As though all our lives have been
building up to reach this point
Spilling over, falling over
like schoolgirls running up stairs
 late for class, brimming with mirth,
jostling ahead of each other,
uncontained.
Like stepping over an edge,
 Hesitating, but quite willing
Certain till a point but certainty has
 its limits, like all elements.
Love is but a paint coated over stone
Lying near a puddle
Being stepped over by hundreds of foot
Yet you remain
 Longing and falling and changing
Like creatures shedding their skin
and growing them again
Deciphering words from shadows
in places that you have long
 outgrown but continue to hold you.

You left abruptly

You left abruptly 

Left with the dark of the night

Before sunlight found its way to me

Through the slight parting of the curtains 

In your room which is so full of you 

Even when you are absent 

I woke up without you 

And I haven't heard from you since 

Your letter i carry with me 

Holding on to the last of you 

Panic rises and subsides like tidal waves 

Thinking of how fragile our world is,

That two years worth of everything can disappear without trace 

In that unknown place between sleep and wakefulness 

there is too much and too less in what we are 

You vanish so easily from my world 

But I m terrible in my love for you 

That you are gone 

And that i have to do these all alone-breathing, waking up, laughing, smiling, frowning, 

There are lives that i collide into 

Your friends,  our friends

The places which you filled 

And fitted into, so snugly so effortlessly, empty now, abandoned 

As though things were dying 

In your absence i tell myself that i am imagining things

Even though silence rings loud

Disturbs, hurts, like the clinging of metal on metal 

But I hang on to the promise 

you had kissed me before you left 

If nothing else
Poetry betrays you.