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 Jan 2015 indu jaggi
bones
Bleeding
 Jan 2015 indu jaggi
bones
We danced toward
each other's wounds

with gentle step
and touched inside

and now the bleeding
has resumed

and all this blood
is hard to hide.
Lost love
lies melancholy
in the dust;
dried leaves
hide the tears.
What is remembered
are the words
not spoken;
the broken promises
that broke a heart.
Bronze roses
are cold reminders
of days once
punctuated by shadows
   long --
we shall ne're meet again,
the dust and the leaves
my only companions now.
Saying good bye, for what reason
maybe, she grew old, not wanting,
a life anymore,
life is to short,
to stay alive,
no will power,
no breath,
just an old,
woman,
looking through the window,
one more time,
saying good bye,
who is there to say,
no family,
no friends,
she lived alone,
for years after years,
no children,
what is family to her,
sisters and brothers,
long long, away in the distance,
she seems not to remember,
where they live,
they have forgotten,
one sister out 6,
4 brothers,
one sister,
and herself,
parents,
long long gone,
will it be her next,
in line,
who can she share,
the last spare of time,
in her own mind,
all she can do,
is write a letter,
to whom,
letter would say,
to all, who forgot her,
just think back,
when we were children,
how fun it was,
we were forgotten,
who we are,
siblings we were,
we were once close,
by all,
went on their own,
own life to spare,
everyone,
went their own way,
she is the only one,
stay behind,
a home, we all grew up,
only her, knows,
all to well,
saying good bye,
is the hardest thing to do,
no one will come,
no one will say,
last words,
by their only beloved sister,
vanish, by a sickness,
never told a soul,
knowing her, all she can do,
saying good bye
A lullaby is to sing, sweet moment of an arrival soon to come
sweet child of hers
is feeling the emotions
inside her
a daughter, first time mother,
a lullaby to sing to,
yet still inside,
counting the days is now
six weeks and counting
oh my
a grandmother
waiting in patience
adorable love
will be loved by all
who awaits to see
the tiny
little
toes
fingers
the eye's that would brighten
many members
of the family
six weeks and counting
is the birth
of
Audrina Rose
wait by all
love by first time
mother
waiting for the first time
lay upon a mothers
arms
of love
 Nov 2012 indu jaggi
Sheeda
Someday, I won't remember
Any of you at all
You will fade from my mind
And move past my past
Dissolve into black like
The end of so many movies.
Turn like the blank pages
Before new chapters, new books
Get lost in space
Like balloons set free.
I won't remember
The heat of our bodies
As they burned through our clothes
In fiery passion,
Infatuation of the flesh.
The rough urgency of your lips
Against mine,
As they forced entrance to the
Savage dancing of tongues.
The letters of your names will blur
And jumble
Worse than a three-year old singing his
ABC's and Elemeno-P's
And the images of your faces
Will get washed down the drain
As I rub you off my skin
With soap and hot water.
You are immortal as long as you are remembered
So sorry, guys, but the time has come
For the shiny blade of the guillotine to fall
And behead your existence
From my oh-so-sacred
And once so pure
Memory and
Mind.
May you rest in forgotten peace.
Ahem...
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