Us and Them
In my eyes
you lived
like a flower, flowering
only in my
daily daydreams.
——
I let them play
hide and seek
on my closed eyelids
seeking to believe
that their every touch
is a warm kiss from you.
—–
I covet,
I protect,
their mediocrity,
their patchiness,
like a jealous mother.
—–
They
do not affect me
anymore
as winter had
seeped into my soul
snowflake by snowflake
while I was immersed
in your silence.
——
I’m sitting
in the eye of a storm
watching the calm
waiting for reality to
unleash her sordid story.
February 10th, 2008 | Quote
Mahati: Thank you. This is a rehash of mostly old stuff. I see what you mean about the gentleness though but it was not intentional.
February 5th, 2008 | Quote
:) I like that song. You’re getting back into action with your verse. You’ve acheived a sort of gentleness to these poems, if that was what you were trying to get :)