I'm out of words for you
I'm lost and incomplete

I'm alive and I'm free
I miss you, but I'm happy

At last someone stepped up
At last someone let go
I only wish I had done it long ago

It is good
It is bad
It is neutral

I clung to the nothing that you offered
I lived in denial too long

I don't miss your words
I don't miss your morning breath
Now I find I miss you less and less

I knew
That if I told the stars
To bring you back to me
Enough,
That one day they would

So here we lie again,
Two bodies,
Beautifully entangled,
Forever entwined

And I whisper
As your eyes flutter,
Close to sleep
- Don't let go,
  I love you so.

some people never go crazy.
me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch
for 3 or 4 days.
they'll find me there.
it's Cherub, they'll say, and
they pour wine down my throat
rub my chest
sprinkle me with oils.
then, I'll rise with a roar,
rant, rage -
curse them and the universe
as I send them scattering over the
lawn.
I'll feel much better,
sit down to toast and eggs,
hum a little tune,
suddenly become as lovable as a
pink
overfed whale.
some people never go crazy.
what truly horrible lives
they must lead.

Just one Sun
and so many sunrises.
Just one Universe
and so many nations.

Just one nation
and so many living beings.
And all life -
at the mercy of  the  Sun.

One part will soon welcome the Sun,
yet another has embraced it already.
One part has bid farewell to the Sun,
another will follow soon.

Sunrise upon sunrise,
each part of the world -
gets its turn to be engulfed in
daylight and darkness alternately.

Dreams reign somewhere,
realization dawns elsewhere.
Just one Sun
and so many sunrises.

Gita Ashok
11/10/2010, 11 am

the way I say softly to myself that 'I miss you'
which I know
is just a whimper into the void
that statistically you are not likely to hear.
I miss you like the sofa misses the softness of our bodies pressed against it
like the lonely astronomer misses the visible path of a meteoroid when it fades from the blackness and a trail of nothing but the glowing memory of burning elements is left behind, a wake for all that seemed to be living but was only a projection, a fossilization in the air, untouchable in the distance, not making sense
like the tv misses our eyes giving it a glance when, occasionally, we looked away from each other
like the everyday visuals of the world miss the added vibrancy of an altered mind
I miss you like my body misses drugs that make things tolerable
I miss us together making the world tolerable without trying.
I miss us like the bats miss the night sky when they sleep crowded in the day-caves, huddled and waiting
Only unlike the night you will not come to me again