Swimming in the River of Sorrow
I’ve written many words,
many words on rain, green leaves,
and breeze. Many words on
love, light, and loneliness.
On darkness, dust, and debris.
I’ve been nostalgic of sweet memories,
sweet memories of being greeted
with warmth, with love.
But when you want to obscure
your past memories with the ink
of forgetfulness,
when you tell the stories of
the innocent confined in the
cell of eternal gloom,
I swim in the river of sorrow.
I search the road less travelled by.
Nowhere is found the road
to lead me to the land of verdure
where woods are lovely,
and you listen to the song of sanity.
The Other Day This City Told Me a Lie
The other day this city told me an errant lie
That made me believe I was in a wrong place
But the city has by now changed its colour
I no more remember how you defined grief
How I tried to peep into your porous heart
I’d never thought of a different city to inhabit
No matter I was offered a kingdom to reign
I like to be ruled in the city you love to live in
The city where I don’t find you is long dead
Deadly microbes have darkened the blue sky
I’ll die many times to stop ducts of sadness
Sometimes I also want to live and die for you
Excellent writing!
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