Friday, November 4, 2011

Bed-time tales

Sheets of love
and muffled words
blend into the square form
and its limitations

The longing arms

caress that slight dent
on the mattress
to find someone

And ache in its absence


Yes, you were here

somewhere
says those fingertips
which felt your breath that day

And now lies numb & dead


Come back here.

That dent fits well with you
like cinderella's shoes
would do

And so would the arms

that long for you...

3 comments:

  1. सपनों को तह करके
    चादर की सिलवटों में
    कहीं छुपा रखा है
    तुम्हारे होने के एहसास को
    बेचैन सी करवटों में
    कहीं छुपा रखा है

    सोते हैं तुम्हे सोचते हुए
    और तुमसे ही जगा करते हैं
    तुम न रहो तो तुम्हारी ही
    यादों से बातें किया करते हैं

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  2. Your memories
    are faded & broken
    like a black & white photograph
    i strive to grasp their depth
    of emotions
    in that old colourless world

    The picture is the same
    adorned in another colour
    another frame
    your face has a glow
    and mine has the pain

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