Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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,
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.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

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 

Friday, October 4, 2013

If nothing else
Poetry betrays you.