Cruel, heartless mountains,
have turned their backs,
washing their hands off me.
And giving in to gravity
...I am a waterfall.

Your betrayal;
And my twisted heart
is carving giant grey rocks,
etching your name
on the ochre ribs of sand,
in a language known
not even to myself.

You let my anguish carry me.
And I could not
though I tried
remember why I wanted
to hold on to the slippery banks.

More tears from the sky.
I carried sticks and stones,
brown leaves, fallen long before yesterday.
And swallowing ashes of the dead
My heart, I filled with hate.
Suffocating. Silently choking,
the woman who was mother yesterday
is a child today.

Floods. More thirst, more pain.
And then,
Abused and tired and *****,
I could take no more.
Now a *******,
***** with your own hatred.
Not mercy, you just give me names.

Wrinkles at the meander
I'll met him at last,
He,who was born of the same soil far,far away.
Merging and kissing
softly at the confluence,
Then finally holding hands.
We'll promise never to part again.