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,
Graceful, and yet
Unreachable
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,
Graceful, and yet
Unreachable
Come in, come in,
Look down into the abyss of my inkwell
See for yourself what you did
Does it happen to you? Lateral movements digging deeper, seizing, arresting, creating heart attacks.
So bright you are You said Too bright for me So sharp you are You said Too sharp for me So much love I have You said Too afraid to say how much Too much to speak in words Staying back You shine Like those vitreous...
And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.
Your baby, standing on her tiny wobbly legs, Staring at you, her fingers joyfully in her mouth I am like that, when it comes to you. Who are you, then? I’ve heard it said That there is a phase women go through...
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