The Last Battle

I

often think of you

with a yearning intensity which amazes

even me!

 

Lying on my bed… exhausted

… unable to sleep

My throat choked with a sob of loneliness

I imagine you

In the other world

Waking up

In a white bed on a crisp sunny morning

Going about your business

Pausing

Pausing just for a moment

To think of me

And once again

Going about your business

My own thoughts hurt me

Me – thinking about you with a helpless craving all the time

And

you  giving me just a pause and passing on

 

But then

That is how things are!

You are you

And

I am me

And I’ve lost yet another battle to fate

 

I’ve lost battles before

But I’ve not been demolished so completely

My battle weary shoulders bear a testimony

That

This was my last battle

And

I lost it

 

Now I want to rest

To sleep

Not to be disturbed from a deep dreamless slumber

Ever, Ever, Ever.

 

An End, A Beginning

Tonight, I was flipping through my poems

 

– Each one a cherished memory,

Reminder of a tender moment

 

And then I thought

If all of that has ended

That I’ve lost the ability to love like that

The ability to feel like that

And if it was the end

 

It was then that you shook me from my reverie

Asking an inane question and smiling that trademark smile of yours

Which never fails to evoke one from me

You – my beautiful daughter

 

And I looked deep into your eyes

And thought that perhaps there had been an end

But there had also been a new beginning.

I’m A Moment Collector

Moments

I’m a moment collector

I collect moments

click them, prune them, paste them

and store them in my files.

I collect moments……

the warm softness of your breasts felt in the early hours of the morning

watching the blue-green mountains half smothered by clouds, with you at my side

seeing the Beas waves make violent love

watching your face as you comb your wet hair after a bath looking fresh.

Having you cling to me like I was the only hope that remained.

Removing a quiet tear from your eyes.

The cozy feeling of knowing you care, I care.

Kissing your forehead in your sleep with your head on my chest

I collect moments…

Do you know why I collect moments?

I believe –

a time has to come

when these moments

will be all that is left

all that is there for me to hold

It is then, I’ll need them

It is for then, I preserve them

I need to collect moments

I’m a moment collector

When You Are Sleeping

When she's sleeping

When you are sleeping

I love to watch you

To tuck away the few errant strands of hair

on your cheeks behind your ear

and run my hands over on your cheeks and forehead.

 

Now don’t get me wrong

And don’t ask me to say sorry

It’s not that I don’t like you awake

but your being asleep is something special

 

In those quiet moments, I feel blessed and content

You look so peaceful when you are sleeping

that I feel peaceful just by looking at you

 

Perhaps we should show pictures

of you sleeping on the TV

– Our contribution to world peace.

 

I often wonder about your dreams

Your dreams must be fun too

Of small happiness’s and little disappointments perhaps

 

Wish I could climb behind your closed eyelids and watch those dreams with you

like in a cinema hall

Just you and me

 

So again, don’t get me wrong,

And don’t ask me to say sorry

I love you awake

But I love you a wee bit more

When you are sleeping.

 

 

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