Your Porcelain Doll

Like when the wave, after splashing you as if you were a child, Recedes, as if you were a stranger As if you will muddy her waters She too, began her indifference God, tell me, why everything Turns out like You...

I woke up late to a still mind.
A second later the voice of inspiration
Whispered. Only its presence, not any words.

I write to you pretending I wrote to no one in particular; as though we are strangers at last; Why then my heart is heavy when you replied, as though we will be strangers forever? One from the vault, scribbled heart...

See see see, I am here, right here you see First you turned me on Turned me like a marble From words of garble Round and round In your fingers Round and round In your head Only a first draft You said, Wait till the...

Now it feels the mist is clear
And you, who were in my arms...

And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.