love
used
to have
a language
of its own – no more;
cupid mourns the lost alphabet
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 112
Pockets of stillness
your
love
has been
turbulent
ride for me so far
heart yearns for pockets of stillness
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 112
Potential of emptiness
the
days
are full
of longing
my long nights are but
a potential of emptiness
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 112
Pregnant pause
do
not
let a
pregnant pause
linger for too long
it gives birth to misconceptions
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 112
Cynical assertions
all your cynical assertions
fail to convince me
that it was
somehow
my
fault
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 112
Was that really me
one
look
at you
I wonder
that guy who loved you
that fool- was that really me
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 112
Crumbling thoughts
I
am
trying
to hold on
to my crumbling thoughts
should I save ‘love’ or ‘sanity’
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 112
Question your maps
if
you
do not
manage to
find your destiny
question your maps, not the journey
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 112
Sand castle creations
the
winds
of time
laughed at me
as they destroyed the
sand castle creations – my dreams
