The Days

The days of pain, conflict and sorrow.

The days when I cried in my heart.

The days when I was so sentimental.

The days when I loved to be alone.

Those were

The days I was in love!


The days of joy, happiness and love.

The days – when I considered myself lucky.

The days when I loved the moon.

The days – when I loved the rain.

Those were,

The days I was in love.

A Murder In Sleep

What went wrong, where and when?

I do not know.

All I know is

That suddenly

The cups in our hands were different.


Were not drinking me

And I

Was not drinking you

The closely held moments of warmth, togetherness and affection were shattered.


A relationship

So sweet

And yet so bitter



In sleep.