Polyanthus sunsets greet
the hollow days, where the
sun is sheathed behind a
cauldron of dormant pillows.

Where hibernation closes
eyes of many a beast, and
man wished he could slumber
through rigid months breath.

Though we plough upon the
white flurries settling new each
day. We gaze upon the frozen
stars lingering aloft on cold nights.

I never drank out of my
                        empty vessels..

They were expendable
                              holders.

Instead I put Ketchup in them,
            my chips diving deeply.

Every so often a chip would sink
       into this cup sinking slowly...


Only to be found once the potato morsels
                had clung to every tomato..

A sorrow and my words,
I remain the same,
Alone....

Together before like an opaque
Tear under impressions
Of time in my time,
Thoughts rein in the future
Of course without her,
    We spoke of love
While love was written
Under the quarter moon
And the night  peices
A masterful passing....
     I cannot stay here
In your company theoretical,
The memorial entombed
Into the fibers of every verse,
A past sudden,
And I remain there,
Such a melancholy being,
    Though u kept me
In the moments
I remain there in the future
Without you,
Passionate to the narrowed
Views,
Enormously grateful for sorrows
That weep today's passing,
    Oh I remain in the moment,
You reminded me to be there,
Little did I know
I would be left behind
And I don't love her anymore,
I linger perfectly imprisoned
And the words bleed,
Joyous for the mist in my eyes,
Alone with your memory
And her name is.....

But a few thoughts
Scribbled in seclusions.

The moon shines.
No time to cry.
Step out of your shrine!
It's time to fly!

Let's gather everyone
And have a trip downtown.
Do whatever you want
Until you're drowned!

There's nothing stopping us tonight.
So let's give it your all!
Everything is filled with sparkles and light
So let's break the limits, we shall!

“Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroke its sum, You did not come….”  
                                    Thomas Hardy            


I stole a jelly jar
of wishbones
once from a dead man—
they sang like a rattle,
those ten conjoined
clavicles, and I spent
the day dreamily
shaking them
like a cup of dice—

wondering
if I could harvest hope;
wondering if
one day
you would return;
wondering if
un-granted wishes
arrived like
a still-born?

I buried the forked
bones in the yard.

You claim to love her
But every rub is an irritation
Are you really in love
Cuz it feels like suffocation

You’re clinging on to
A love that’s vulnerable
Excuses at the ready for
Prolonging the inevitable

Self respect disappears
Much like the passion
That once existed
Not even an ounce of compassion

Unable to set her free
Losing all hope
A loveless life
You cannot cope

If I promise to let you go
Would you ever take another look
Your face once filled with laughter
From you, this is what I took

I have come to my senses
We cannot move forward
Me hanging onto a habit
If only love was straightforward

I wish things were different
Ifs and buts are just words now
It was over a long time ago
I broke the most important vow

~ Zeenat Kaji