Showing posts with label giggles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label giggles. Show all posts

Saturday, October 13, 2018

Flowers on my grave...











Tell me how would you remember...


My giggles on swing rising high?


Tell me will you remember...


Those moments in the dark?


Twisted tongues and riddles...


Stutters and meaningless scribbles!





Tell me will you remember...


Those evening walks ending at nights,


Morning sun bathing out coldnight faces,


Tell me how will you remember my meaningless smiles?





On breakfast table your coffee going cold, 


My hot tea in your hand; kissing your lips for a while,


Will you remember those surprise visits intruding my dreams of you...


When sun bit the last slice of the noon bright?





When nights shun away the lights,


Tell me when will you sleep?


And not hide your face under the pillow;


When will you stop sharing those tears with the night skies?





When will you stop reminiscing?


When will you accept am gone far off sight?


Tell me when will you forget...


To weep and place your hands over me?





On this grave of mine...


Just walk past, don't look back!


Let this be the last flower,


On my grave in this lifetime!













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Wednesday, February 17, 2016

An empty heart...

































I broke the glass of words today...

In the room filled with silence...

It shattered on the floor crushing away...

Some voices, some dreams I say...



On the floor, I see some tears...

Weeping away the words you spoke...

Some anger burning my words...

May be they are now free to smoke...


Some giggles like ripples...

Rise above like invisible...

Some whispers, tremble...

Echoing to fade forever...


Some moments as if quiet...

See me and my plight...

I kneel on my knees...

Wiping the dust I see...


Simple glass was this...

Was once full of dreams...

Now lay shattered pieces...

Nothing left but an empty heart...


©. Ravinder Kaur 16/12/15

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