Silence - XV

Transient love -
Sarts with a sigh
A moony look
Stars in the eyes
Feet not touching the ground
From one place to another -
Just floating by.
Warm silence
Yet so much spoken
Volumes - to remember by...

When the silence is comfortable
Know that time will fly.

Transient love
Ends with a sigh
A bitter look
Grief in the eyes
Feet that drag
Days that refuse to end
Cold silence
So much to be spoken
Yet quietly the week goes by...

When the silence becomes cold and unforgiving
Know, that the end is nigh.

I write - XLV

...wounds, painful wounds
Wounds that hurt,
Wounds that kill
Wounds that take
Their own time to heal
Wounds that fester
Wounds that blood draw
Wounds that leave me feeling
Exposed, naked, raw
Wounds that remind
Of a time gone by
Wounds that passions
And anger ignite

Of these,

Your wounds
Which I pray
close, heal, and scars go away

I write.

My babies

I miss "good morning jai sai ram bua"
I miss "huggy paari"
I miss "Chikkal Patata"
I miss "bua, aap tya tar rake ho"
I miss "buddhu banaya bara maza aayyyyyaaaaaa"
I miss my babies.
But I shall not cry for them or pine for them, coz if I break down, everyone else shall too. I shall be the rough, unfeeling one. Better be known as that than to have everyone in the house wail.
God, give me strength.