deep within the night quiet is the thought of you rustling in my sleep
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P: Phone call
I rise. The house is sleeping. In the dark I go to the corner of the room where the battered old trunk lies forgotten. As quietly as possible, I undo the latch and creak the lid open. The smell of naphthalene and dried neem leaves fill the air. Softly, softly… I move the old newspapers…
O:One day
Someday I will walk away. I will sling the setting sun under my shoulder and never look back. Someday I will turn my head away I’ll return the keys to the house and my social skills will gather dust. But until then be still my beating heart…. For now there’s work to be done, deadlines…
N: Nightshade
Night falls Into my desires Grays mix with black Haikus rule the heart Torn from the darkness Sullenly I reach Helpless in my hunger Angrily I retreat Dies the moment…. not so soon Emptiness is not a friend unknown.
M: Morning
After I was married, one of the many things that surprised me was that each morning, we would all gather around and my mother-in-law would sit and serve that first cup of tea. She would hand out the medicines to my father-in-law, the water, the tea and the biscuits. Then she would hand out tea…
L: Leftovers
You have returned again from where I banished you deep inside my mind. One song is all it took one glance, just one look with half-opened eyes and I am lost again. Lost in a world of dreams where you and I wake together alive and free free of the pages we have torn from…
J: Jacaranda
Autumn nights usher a carpet of purple blooms to tread on at dawn the fragrance of your absence forgotten for just a while #Tanka
I: Indigo
blues of missing you bleed with the reds of your loss turn to indigo
H: Homeless
I find you in the tiniest things: that little box which has a little bottle of your aftershave. I search you at the oddest places: that pine tree on the hill path that winds, turns into the clouds I see you in the largest spaces: that laughing moonlit sky with one lone stray…
G: Ghosts
dreams die young cascading into dawn as thin wisps of morning slip through my fingers ghosts of the past
F: Forgotten
I have drunk enough of the night to lie awake as dawn creeps in as the fragrance of your breath and the soft lilt of your voice curl their fingers through my hair at the crossroad where our paths once merged in the scent of the setting moon in the song of dawn. The…
ipsita banerjee 