A Better Day

On a cold night like this, I use your memory like a blazing torch. And the three of me jostling, Huddle around you. One digging my grave, The second keeping the flame. And the third, There, put into the pit only a...

When you walk in,
I take your things
And keep them on the
Dining table

Unforgiving, this attachment to you is. My heart believes it is a place without lies. And calls out for your heart, thinking foolishly, prematurely, and without any proof that some look, some smile, some touch from you...

For tomorrow I must lose this weight off my heart Pry it out of your vise grip of silence Somebody holds the key to this living, and its not me When nanna died, I cried at the mere sight of the birds When amma died, I...

It would be nice To touch those hands To press those fingers To take them in my hands To take them in my fingers To kiss them Feel the damp sweat of her palms on my face Would be nice To put my arm around her shoulders...