Love Was Our Home Once

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Neither you nor I can escape

this nightmare of sinking love-

haven’t our moon words turned

charcoal-gray long ago?

we had grown crevices in them

with faithful self-love without the least

thought of the solace of light-

dreams that once were, are now

headstones of hills-

we are no more homesick-

it’s time to

rest in peace-

 

 

Posted for Carrie’s picture prompt @ Sunday Muse #94

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Spring

In between glum sky

And dewy eyed, listless Earth

My tulip dreams spread-

Grief is the shadowy hill

The sole silent onlooker-

 

 

 

[This poem is from a 2016 list]

Posted for earthweal open link weekend #6

The Ganges

 

(A Death Is Needed For A Renewal)

 

 

Seeing you this much mutilated

I can no more contain my sorrow-

it spreads as would a wildfire

riding a wind of its own-

the haunting voices of all

that is green, feathered, scaled

beside or within you

sing the apocalypse-

monal river,

you let your turquoise water feathers

to be ashen sewers,

though it’s a story of salty boundlessness in the end-

I am now convinced

you were always a woman

with the heart of Manikarnika,

treading the path to be a phoenix-

 

 

 

Posted for earthweal weekly challenge : RENEWAL

Key

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When I am locked up

among people who are all

either a closed door or a window-

the sky of my loved one’s face

is missing even when I lie down

looking up-

my pathway is a long, dark, almost infinite wall

of  sad moments-

my heart, ribcage, bosom slowly darkening

into a burnt landscape-

I never despair-

for my raven world

has become my key-

to set me free-

 

 

 

Posted for Carrie’s picture prompt @ Sunday Muse #93

& also sharing with earthweal open link weekend #5