Sanjali

Sanjali Jan 2018

5

Just another sleepless night.
My jaw doesn’t fit the pillow quite right,
I’ll be back in bed though after a while,
And it’ll just be another sleepless night.
If this were a dream I’d be flying outside
Or lying under stars bathed in moonlight,
If this were a dream, I’d be alright;
Yet a dream it is, and a sleepless night.

It is not often that I lie awake at night, but when I do it doesn't seem all that surprising.

#tired #awake #sleepless #uncomfortable #night

Sanjali Jan 2018

4

-Origin-

Sitting alone at the seashore
I await your return,
To see the flags on the horizon
Beyond the setting sun.

Waiting alone at the seashore
I shiver from the breeze.
The waves shatter my wisdom
and I stay all eternity.

Trembling alone at the seashore
I overlook my despair.
Numb fingers mark liberation
From this hard coarse sand.

Forgetting myself at the seashore
I look for a cause
To abide by this meditation
When the origin is lost.

#seashore #waiting

Sanjali Jan 2018

3

-A Name-

Something to call you by,
So that when you leave,
I'll know that I miss you
And I’ll see you in my dreams.
Something to remember,
A face I won’t forget,
And laughter in my memories,
Smiles to cause me torment.
Something to love
And despise till I know
Why you were here
And where you would go.
Something to write
In poetry or songs.
Maybe I’ll write you and me
In a sweet story long.

Something to share~
I wrote this long ago. It is a bittersweet feeling to notice that I keep going back to my old poems to find myself.

#name #love #purpose #dreams #bittersweet #loss

Sanjali Jan 2018

2

-Watermelon-

I looked around
And no one was there.
Peeked at my mother,
She wasn't aware.
So I ate the watermelon
Like a bear.

A second slice,
Did I dare?
I looked again,
Still no one here.
So I ate the watermelon
Like a bear.

I was still hungry,
That was rare.
My mother called,
I didn’t care.
So I ate the watermelon
Like a bear.

Now I’m done,
The skin lays bare.
Answered my mother
'I'm right here!'
But why did I eat the watermelon
Like a bear?

#watermelon #bear #hungry

Sanjali Jan 2018

1

-Coming Home-

The door creaked open
And dust flew from the floor,
Shimmering in the sunlight,
As I came home.
Cracking walls were a surprise
Next to my room’s door,
Cement broke under my feet
And a gecko ran into its hole.
But it seemed as I had left it
The windows that were closed,
My books and seashells waiting
And the clock ticking on.
Amidst the cold surfaces
Sometimes we find ourselves,
Familiarity seems to be the reason
To love and connect.
I felt them all welcoming
Though tired from their sleep,
Stretching under my gentle touch
Mocking eternity.
The hands showed me all
That I thought I had missed,
The seconds ticked by,
There I was, with nothing amiss.

#home #gecko #dust #time

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