Mystery
man
Love
was a word forbidden,
Life,
an unwound string of woes,
Time,
an endless stretch of motion sickness
Till
I saw her beautiful face.
She
was Nature’s unwanted gift
Who
made my sagging spirits lift
She,
and I, and the mystery man
Into
the wilderness we happily ran
Love,
Life, Time - all, together sang!
In
a faraway world
Frozen
lips
My
warm kisses
Falling
on deaf ears
Whispering
breaths
A
mile away
The
kettle whistling
A
tune from far away Mesopotamia
The
dead buried in deep slumber
A
hissing snake; black
Spitting
frothy, bubbly, venom
Into
the crevices of a world unknown.
My
guest this morning
A
grey winter morning’s dawn
The
fir trees still covered with snow
Gifts
lying unwrapped in the lonely corner
Suddenly
someone strikes softly on the front door
Who
can it be on this dull, dreary day – not me, not my shadow I’m sure
It
must be the ray of hope I carried back on my shoulders
From
the last Christmas, when the sun shone,
When
the birds chirped and the children played with snowflakes
That
must be my guest this morning I thought. But I never opened the door.
Voices Within-2020 :: Setu, February 2020
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