One Way Calls

Fetters on my feet,

My hand cuffed.

Tears in my eyes,

I stand stunned.

 

My tongue glued,

My ears sealed.

My eyes unseeing,

Only heart moved.

Yearning desperately for once sound

The sound…of your voice

…and that alone

 

But this was the relationship you had decided for us,

And thus was how it ended.

With you free,

And me in the impenetrable prison of your thoughts.

 

I’ll always remember,

I’ll never forget,

Yet never forgive,

Your one-way calls.

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.

You

Were not drinking me

And I

Was not drinking you

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

And

A relationship

So sweet

And yet so bitter

Was

Murdered

In sleep.

The Defeat

I recollect the day of my defeat.

When I saw you last.

A shawl neatly draped over a shoulder,

combing your long luxurious hair,

in my room, in front of my mirror.

With a sidelong glance you had looked at me.

That was the moment when I realized,

That I had lost.

 

The look – sympathizing, pitying,

smoldered me, shattered me.

And I broke down.

My face hidden in your lap,

sobs rocking my body,

your fingers running in my thinning hair,

your voice soothing, consoling me,

the warmth of your body comforting me.

 

The relationship had changed,

Abruptly, brusquely.

The boy becoming the child and the girl the eternal mother.

And for once the end was different.

The calculation, schemes, plans failing.

and the truth, the sincerity prevailing.

Yes,

You Win.