Perhaps hands need not wave

When walls of heart cave

Witnessing the change

Revealing the range

Of emotions

Futile notions

Perhaps at crossroads

Longing goads

To inform

Thus reform

The souls

Walking with

bare soles

Perhaps reason is bound

To fail as matters hound

Such are our hearts

So shall we depart

Perhaps some do

Without saying 

Without hearing…

An elegy: To my Grandmother.

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I miss her kind face among faces

I miss her voice warning in case

I lingered on the edge:

I barely learned dragging the sledge

when you left me bereft

You taught me all I have left

yet I know nothing of living

I need your light:

That shined bright

when all was dark

and shadows lurked

I miss your heart full of warmth

I miss the love you shed:uncouth

I was:you cared not.

I miss the long night when you slept

and I in your feet rubbing them

till you slept and long after

A moment worth milions twas

when you would wake up

caress my head and say

“Tu soyi nae beta”

Go sleep!

I miss the scent of your presence

I miss the warm hugs

There is no joy in your absence

No one to protect me from winds

cold and bitter;nipping:unkind

I miss the long talks in kitchen

lessons in cooking and in life

Every line is etched in my bones

Yet for my wantonness I may not atone

When they shriek at me now

My head silently bows

I have no saviour

Such is the hour

All turned sour

I miss the prayers

Your clothes are here

the smell is too

the photographs

are frozen

the smiles

the memories

are too much to take in

breathing trying I have been

No longer living I keen

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