You picked my pieces
from the ruins,
dreaming to put me
together
on the pedestal
of perfection–
A place where I could
never belong.
Angry, you pushed me
off the pedestal
Shattering me into
Countless pieces
of heart.
Every day.
Tag: Loss
Freefall
Food burnt in kitchen.
Laundry soaked and waiting long,
While tears wait to fall.
Autumn | Haiku
Love fails, anger reigns.
Autumn leaves cover the ground.
Dreams fly, nightmares stay.
Nightmare
You were here again,
as angry and distant as ever.
You crossed the worlds
to see me
but you speak not a word.
Your handsome face
is marred by the scowl
that is your permanent expression…
with me.
You might think it tells me
what you wish to say,
but it only makes me wish
to run away to the place
that is safe
from the heartbreak
your hatred brings to me,
even in dreams.
There is no way to start over
until we meet again
in death…
My Neighbours: The Displaced
The Gingerbread House
The little girl looked at the gingerbread house on the display through the glass walls with eyes brimming with longing. This year, she had neither a house nor bread.
Photo by Dilyara Garifullina on Unsplash
The Night Bus
I took the night bus
draped in my wedding sari,
still adorned with the jewels
my parents had scrounged for me
over the years,
breaking their tender hearts
for raising a daughter unworthy.
I sought you
and the answer to
why I wasn’t enough for you.
I hope, they wouldn’t
cremate my body
before I reach you.
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Until
Every night
I lie on my back
awake
next to where
you’ve been laid,
watching the stars,
waiting
for one to fall.
Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay
Alone
I watch the flock of cranes pass by,
and search with them for a warmer hearth
where welcoming arms may await me.
I think of you–
a life lost to ambition.
The chill of winter creeps up my spine.
No arms would welcome me
anywhere.
I am here to freeze alone
in my own company.
Moonlit
The moon is beneath my feet
as I tread carefully
down the silver road
afraid to dispel the magical calm
that holds me together
and stops me from falling apart
from your thought.
Quietly,
I step on the stars
that fall on the way
to my place of rest,
never feeling the burn
of the amber beneath
my bare feet.
My mind’s numb
and so’s my heart
with the chill
that surrounds me.
Once the water rises
filling my emptiness…
We’ll see…
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