Journal- Serious and Trivial

Sunday, February 10, 2019

Despair

Will the days ever come back?
You turn and hide the fears,
The loneliness, the despair
The longing that takes over.

You long for his sad long face,
One that keeps haunting you
You dream of his nimble fingers
And being lost in his magic.

This life was not to be like this,
You had pleasant dreams always
One of lifelong togetherness
Where tiny toes stepped forward.

Still this is the life one has now,
One of despair and longings.

Sunday, January 13, 2019

At home

We were at home, you in your sky blue shirt,
With chocolate stains from my hungry fingers,
Your cheeks smudged with my new lipstick,
When the story ended rather abruptly for us.

Instead what I saw in the place was a durbar
Among countless dancers and a huge crowd
Who were screaming praises of our names
Your eyes on me, your lovely demure queen.

We climbed the ancient steps to the palace
Dressed in all regalia, very sure of each other;
Then this fragment from the last day I saw you,
Two broken pieces were put together for a while

A glimpse of an old home, a place of no return
With a strange wonder, I feel like being at home.