Behind

Leaving behind history
Memories unrelated
Boxes of collected waste land
I travel light into
Oblivion.

Cornerstones once
Crumbled dust today
Forgotten collective
Remains a crack into
The soul.

Lessons or stories
Mythical or reality
History falls behind
Neatly into tidy boxes of
Oblivion.

Next exit of
The roundabout
A repeated
History
Chasing us
Behind!

November 17, 2021

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Three lines

Three more lines she said
Then it’s your favorite dinner
I draw butterfly instead.

November 13, 2021

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Syllables

Broken words as she
Speaks , syllables stumble unsteady
On her lips lost.

Long ward and I am
Waiting for her arrival like
The last syllable

She spoke in silence
Locking into my eyes memories
With a syllable

Love.

October 23-24, 2021

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Early

Early hours of the morning and
The ceiling is staring at me
Daring me to sleep
The fainting mental drawing
On the ceiling face is dissolving
Slowly and keeps me awake
The fear of forgetting, of
Letting go and there
It goes!

Early hours of the morning and
My eyes refuse to obey me
Sleep leaves disappointed and neglected
And I remain in the grips of the ceiling’s
Stares with my yawns for lonely company!

Still awake!

October 17, 2021

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Rained today

Rained today tears
Over a washed up body from
The last attempt to board
The ship of the living to
The other side land!

Rained today and
A child came out to play
A memory in few years
But today it is full of tears
Rained today gone.

September 14, 2021

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Forgot

I keep forgetting
I forget to write
I forget to eat
I forget that
I forgot and
Keep on forgetting
They say it’s
Old age
How old do you have to be
To be old
I forgot
How old was my grandfather
When he died!
He was old
Definitely old but
Full of youth!
A youthful memory in
My old age.

How old do you have to be
To be old
I forgot.

September 13, 2021

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Reminder

A note left
Under a fridge magnet
From a child
About her mother’s birthday
Reminds me
Of another
Not long ago
Reminder
Under a fridge magnet
About seeing our
Yet unborn baby on a screen
About expected birthday
To come.

A note left
Under a fridge magnet
Reminds me
Of the beauty
In the moment lived
And life is
A string of moments
When the heart
Is touched.

A note left
Under a fridge magnet
A reminder to smile!

September 5, 2021

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My Season

Autumn is my favorite season
Calm and sad
Subdued like the day I was born
Silence overshadowed the small
Apartment in the modern hive,
Bees leave early for their honey
Queen bees stay behind to
Give birth in a shower that
Never started that day
Mother was standing and
I was in hurry to
Leave!
Always in hurry but then
Spent life wishing to
Go back to
Where
There is no return.

Bees leave early for their honey
Queen bees stay behind to
Give birth to me, an
Autumn flower subdued
Like the day I was born.

Bees leave early for their honey
Queen bees stay behind to
Give birth with
Tears,
Laughters,
Cries of pain and joy
Like an
Autumn wind subdued.

Bees leave early for their honey
Queen bees stay and give birth
Alone;
Autumn flower subdued.

September 4, 2021


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Skyping late

Her electronic teddy bear floods

The screen with hearts

The heart-shaped bubbles explodes

Into kisses

The whole screen becomes

A cartoon scene

The little girl laughs

She giggles

With red cheeks

Her mother sounds

The last call

Bedtime … bedtime

The playful girl resists

She loves Skyping late

We negotiate

I promise another Skyping late next night

And order is restored

I hear her mother’s heavy breathing

Between wondering and grateful

Unspoken words understood

Until next time

The little girl sleeps

With a smile on her face.

Skyping late is her favorite mischief

The innocent angel.

….

April 11, 2021


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Her face

They say

First love can never

Be forgotten

I don’t know

Who are they

But her face

Is always there

In front of my sleepy eyes opening

The door of dreams

Her face is there

In the morning mist welcoming me

To a new day

Her face is there

In its teenage youth

I still remember and long.

….

April 10, 2021


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