Heartbreak in a photograph…

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Photographs of happy times back when
Cheerful memories are coming back and then
Every moment that sunny thoughts are there
Loneliness are driven and laughter takes its share

Every minute, every hour that we partake
Every dream, every plan that we made
Every word, every smile that you gave
Are the happiness that I’ll carry in my grave

Love has every reason for the pleasure of joy
When we felt the world is ours to last
As long as you are my faithful love
We all kept it here in this photograph

But when the laughter became tears of sadness
The smiles I hid from my happy me
And still we posed for a lovely souvenir
To bury both our heartbreak in a photograph…


Let Time Decides…

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bits of chronicled garbage
pile of filthy trash
scattered all around the area
hills and mounds of unborn agenda
feel like sweeping it all clean
burning them all, where do i begin

dried leaves of an abandoned great summers
messy crumpled and unused bonds of papers
electric fans’ blades resting at the far corner
diplomas of heroes hanging in a lazy cluster

litters of menthol cold candy wrappers
empty boxes of bath soaps used by actors
immaculate run-down panty shields under the bed
damaged and forsaken biscuit boxes left for dead

golden counts of unused tooth brushes smudged by time
under the kitchen cabinet hiding from a crime
carved cockroach bite on destitute boxes of English pasta
dozens old magazines fossilized by a forgotten era

now a fallen iron these rusty guns on the floor
these might have killed a thousand and a lot more
these killing bullets of yore should have exploded then
so nothing from the past could be used for the present

these olden things of ancient times, these stuffs and belongings
garbage for others, a memory for some, a treasure for the keepers
stories behind them were not known to many
let time decides their future, their saga, their continuing story…





The visit…

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i heard the clouds poured
the neighbors’ roofs flowed
but i didn’t see the waters
i felt it must be rain

a man just came here
a not so handsome one
he must not be ugly, the choice
i didn’t see him, just his voice

my mother was here
she can’t speak…


she touched my face
i can tell, her hands were warm and soft
with sagging skin through the years have yielded


she touched my chest, the faster the beat
she embraced me, i was baked by her heat
i touched her eyes, it was wet with tears
i touched her lips, it was quivering, struggling to speak

not a word she uttered, but kisses were showered
love was everywhere, the room has whispered
heavenly when i sniffed, the scent permeating
old smell of her dress revived her years of living…