My Dad and I had this little ritual, if you can call it that. In the morning, (provided I wasn’t getting ready for school or otherwise frantically finishing homework), as he left for work I would walk him to the front door and see him off. I would give him a quick hug and a…
Tag: AprilA2Z
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…
D: Diamante
daydream surreal secretive cleaving crowding craving awake amorous adamant arduous clawing caterwauling crying servile silent delusion
C: Curled
The lazy finger of dawn curls my hair and brushes against my face and I am back on a fog ridden road from long ago….when you walked on ahead leaving my hand still curled around yours clutching to the warmth of your fingers. Your footsteps faded and became still your voice spoke only in…
B: Black
Black is my colour black is my night black is the ink with which I write words that keep you near words that keep you alive black is the grief I cling to black is my white.
A: alchemy
at night, uncontrolled your fingers close over mine darkness turns to gold. #haiku
ipsita banerjee 