Is grief my solace realm?
Pic:- Through My Lens.
My heart no longer
look forward to euphoria
Mundane activities of life and
sun-kissed balconies are
my favourite locale to hang- out
Sittings in silence and reading
a page multiple times
I speculate nothing for future
buying expensive accessories
isn’t a drug for loneliness anymore
Hugging children is therapeutic
When I want to let go some tears
Some travel plans stemming
from a deep sense of nostalgia
vanish right before holidays.
Am I tightly gripped by grief
Or grief is my comfort zone?
When you walk away
praise yourself for carrying
one ounce of courage
you piled up essentially
to become a unique you.
I often ask myself If I am treating my soul with compassion and kindness or not? Do I love myself; when I love someone else? I am…
In search of my soulmate
खोजती हूँ तेरा अक्स
कभी लफ्ज़ो में
तो कभी दरवेशियों में
तू भी उन की मानिंद
किसी से छुपा बैठा है। (I look for your shadow in words and saints;you too hide like they do).
As I listen to the
soulful verses of “Ghazal “
I walk towards him
knowing his address is not known.
A shadow exists in the shayrana verses
to hustle my heart
into an ecstatic world of love and desires.
I spend the entire day, playing the same gazal
till I can scribble a name.
I walk hand in hand with an umbra in the lush green wilderness;
where he narrates his incomplete poems.
Oh! I wonder!
Does he find a similar reflection in
Shayari and ghazals?
My mind plays the same ghazal
while he completes his, incomplete poetic verses.
Sometimes we need closure. A 360 degree turn from the existing situation or a person that no longer allure us. It doesn’t happen because we give less to make it work or we expect emeralds and diamonds; it occurs when someone refuses to watch the moon and stars with us, on one particular night. One Denial-is the beginning of closure. The closure is the beginning of a new expedition.
Poised exit aver
hushed words and few denials-
call for the closure.
Thanks, Brett Christensen for giving a prompt to write a haiku or tanka using the prompt word “graceful” (or a derivative).
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