Posted in Life and After

At the End of the Rainbow

I run a rosary in my gnarled fingers at peace with my aloneness. Then I hear it–my bane, the jingle of bangles and anklets.

Vexed, I grit my teeth.

Why does she wear the abomination? Of course, I know the reason–the custom. She still has a husband.

I picture her in my mind–standing in the kitchen, face glowing after a night full of love, in a saree of red… green… yellow… It was me many years back. Now white and cream mark the end of my rainbow.

Bile rises in my throat.

She hums a song I have loved all my life–it speaks of hope and love that I once had.

I crush the rosary in a death grip.

She drops something trivial and I lose it. I shout abuses at her and curse my stars for wedding her to my son. I shout until I’m hoarse and can shout no more. I shout until she’s in tears and smiles no more.

Placated, again, I hold my rosary to look for that elusive peace. Sure there will be hell to pay later, literally. But life isn’t exactly heaven for the likes of me.

Posted in Life and After, Love

Things I Do for You

It’s my personal hell

In my little town–

The wall by the pond

We graffitied together

To scare the passers-by

Snickering all the time–

The one that we openly

Laughed at later…

How well you knew

I was scared too!

 

With you gone under,

I throng that place now

Even though it creeps me,

Knowing you too well,

Hoping you’ll come back,

To scare me.


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Posted in Life and After

The Ripple Effect

I am numb—

Serene sea.

 

One walks in and

Offers condolence—

A drop that sends ripples

Across me.

Then come the tidal waves

Of reality

Crashing against my being.

I attempt to reply

But tears rise and choke me.

I inhale to calm down.

But the stormy sea knows no bounds.

I go under—

Drowning the illusion of restraint,

Once again.

 

I turn to hide

Lest the world may see

What a wreck

You have made of me.

Wait until the numbness returns.

And I’ll, again, be the serene sea.


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Posted in Life and After

Often

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You visited me again last night.

 

All the time,

You struggled with words

Trying and failing to say

What I could hear

In your eyes anyway.

 

What I had wanted to hear, forever.

 

Your hand in mine

Sending shivers down my spine,

You walked alongside me

Like good old days

Making jokes and telling tales.

 

Then you paused.

 

You looked at me with eyes so sad.

I knew you’re holding back.

There was a time

You could have told me things.

You lament missing that chance.

 

I wish you’d say it

So I can kiss you this time.

 

But as always, I wake up

Feeling your hands in mine.

 

It seems to be the pattern.

Every night in dreams you meet me.

Every waking hour, I try to forget

What can never be.

Posted in Life and After, Love

Autumn Leaves

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Autumn leaves adorn you.
Sleep deep, my love.

Sleep without regrets to fill every
Waking moment lying on the bed.

Sleep without nightmares to haunt
On cold, long, lonely nights.

Sleep without waking on a pillow
Wet with tears shed for lost love.

Sleep so memories can’t reach you
Deep under the ground.

I will see you there someday too.

I love you. I still do.


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Posted in Life and After, Love

The Star

Under the stars,

You sit on your knees,

Hold my hand,

And beg me return,

Promising eternity again.

Other nights,

You shout profanities,

Ordering me to leave again.

Everytime

I wake up

Drenched in tears,

Wishing these nightmares away.

You still star in my dreams,

My love…