by Vinita Agarwal
In three small poems, Vinita Agrawal brings out the sadness and pain that someone who has lost their love experiences.
Warmth
The sun should have stayed with me last night
For I needed its warmth.
The stars were as cold as snowflakes
And the moon
Was a cold sheet lining my bed.
At dusk, the sun did what it always does –
It slipped on the banana skin of darkness
And fell over to the other side of the world.
The other side always wins.
I have scratched the names
Of your children on the walls of my womb;
Have thus quietened my restless heart.
Now if blood spills out of the aortas and valves
Into my eyes, I shall not mind.
The night, the stars, the moon
Are surrogate lovers;
Their seduction does not have the magic of your touch.
No other touch feels the same,
I wonder what it is about your fingertips…
I wonder what it is about the sun and its warmth.
——xxxxx———-
Soot of pain
The night passes like a slow thread
Through the eyes
Leaving behind a soot of pain.
Don’t you know that if
You hold my hand,
I shall walk with you
To the ends of the earth
And beyond…?
Yet you leave me alone
To spend nights
Whose soot darkens my eyes
And my heart.
——xxxxx———-
Gone
I am still standing against the pillar
At the corner of the courtyard
That overlooks the mud road,
Where your footprints lie embedded.
I have not left this vantage point
Not for an instant.
Yet the neighbours vouch that
They saw me at the vegetable market yesterday.
Today
The hot afternoon air lifts a layer
Of dust from the road
Paling your footprints and me.
Vinita Agrawal is a Delhi based writer and poet and has been published in international print and online journals.
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