you are a stranger
and i am gloomy moonlight
we have met prior

The stale air still carried your scent to my inner muse
To flourish the dead feelings which once bloomed into a forest
Like the silence of a midnight street where even the lights flicker
Walks my two feet with my never ending shadow
Soaked in the moonlights dew, a humble handful residue
Of my dying love...


©Seema Sen, 2020

How do you teach a brain that’s built for survival
And feels it’s done extremely well
That all the things it’s been running from
Are gone now, a figment of my imagination

It’s ok to stop, I know you’re exhausted
Can put down the stone, the stick, the rock
Can put down the blade, the knife, the axe
Can put down the tweezers, the flame, the point

But still it all sleeps
Just under my pillow
Just in case it’s needed
Tonight, or maybe tomorrow.