My poems

Maa,

On wintry nights,

When fog curls up

against trees,

you hold me close

and

warm lullabies

into my hair

in soft whispers.

YOU 

I shatter myself with you.

I bend to pick up the pieces.

 

RAIN

Your parting gift to me

 

1.
Loneliness has no
bounds.
It leaps
over the crowds
and transforms you
to nowhere.
Solitude-
your parting gift.
 
2.
Evening
craws in,
bringing back
with it,
what I’ve always
feared.
Even in the dark,
won’t you be there
to hold
my hand?
 
3.
Give me words.
Give me back words
that I left behnd
when I met you.
You sealed
my absence of words
with your syllables.
Now,
at your departure,
give me words
so
I may be
whole
again.
 
4.
It isn’t working-
You and me,
you say.
 
Perhaps
you are right.
 
I never thought
You and me,
could be
about
working
and
not working.

5.
Choke me down
with your words.
 
Not this silence.
 

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