Stone cold... these are the affection of my bed, nestled beside the fireplace, upon stone cold I lay my head; your warmth it no longer knows.

The longevity of nights have passed; now cruel and aching memories are your laughs; now, before my hearts retrieves its mask, a final kiss to you, my past.

that’s stabbed
with a nail. Layers of paint
have chipped off
through the stabbing. The woman

is grabbing a picture
to hang over it. All eyes
look at the picture and miss
the hole in the wall, stabbed

by the nail. The hole is securing
the nail that the picture
hangs on. But no scenery
like an azure sky or a blue bird

flying low. No pretty girl
dressed in lace and a bow. Just a
dent in the wall meant to hide
behind the scene. No evergreen

or fir. I lie in the dark
and wait for the woman to take
down the picture and paint
over the hole a bright band of gold.

A path through which two beautiful souls unite,
Where there are no expectations,
Where you come to know each other as days go by.
The journey may be rough but exciting,
Everyday a new discovery,
Adjustments,
Falls and pits.
From strangers, lovers and friends,
Growing on each other,
Sprouting deep love,
Finally two souls bond forever.
An arranged marriage in time changes into a love marriage and ends with sharing of one denture and reading glasses with a toothless smile.
22/12/2020

Dry ink in my head

I have no pen to write what must remain unsaid

caged words between my ears

imprisoned by frustrated tears of rage

that grow to fill a vast and empty page

Dreams are to escape
The laws of physics
They’re the playgrounds of analysts, psychics, and mystics
Ethereal visions of a make- believe earth
But in the end
We’re unsure of their worth