May 29, 2019

Absolution

I looked at the rampage on the pages.
Words scribbled in search of redemption
And stricken off by sins of despair.
Surely, this is not the promised road to Elysium.
Nothing would grow
Out of these half bled out pages
and an ancient pen.
I have to go out into the world and seek my redemption.

- - - -

These open windows
Let streaks of sunlight drift in
Reeking of her light

May 27, 2019

Dead Dry

The earth is so withered 
From its longing for you
The reeds of your memories
Have shriveled dry and bled
Into parchments of forever tales.

Now my dear,
There will no longer
Be any death for you

May 24, 2019

Objects in the rear-view mirror are…

When it was time for her to go, it was also time for me to let go. Once an irritant is washed out, they say you can start seeing better immediately. All that stupid tears and all that rubbing of the soul, until your eyelids would cry out, no more, no more. 

And then, just like that, one fine day, I wake up, and she was gone. 

As the train chugged out
The tracks cried out in senseless
creaks of half despair
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Goodbye Ganesha

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