Thursday, 18 August 2016

I'll be gone...


I'll be gone....
I am leaving today...
May be this was due someday...
But I think that day is today...
Some barriers crossed...
Some I lost to...
My legs aching now...
My ink drying now...
Mind is nearing an ending fence...
To cross it and I'll meet my end...
This journey would end this way...
I didn't know but it has to today...
I'll spend this very breath...
All alone, going insane...
Keeping myself isolated from all...
I'll build a very very tall wall...
No one shall enter...
And I won't escape...
Would keep myself buried, misplaced...
In a place where I know no one...
And no one reaches me...
An end in seclusion...
To myself and only me...
Only the wind would carry me...
Moistly and silently...
Till you read me....
I'll be gone...

Ravinder Kaur
(c)25th Jan.2016
Image source: annarmorgan.com

Between the sips..

Between the sips...







Between the sips,
From the tea cups.
We eye each other,
Looking for new tantrums.

The tea bags hang,
Soaked in the pot.
Giving in the aroma...
And colour of golden brown.

Certain things untold but heard.
Certain things still hang over our head,
Like clouds over the moon.
Moving when the winds move,
Carrying to our lips...
Between those sips.

When you hold me in your gaze,
Imprisoned for moments
Enchanting; the curled lips invite,
For another sip.
This time it's me...
Longing for your sip

While I feel the warmth
Of the sip in your breath.
I shy away thinking
The flavor you might add
To the kiss on my mind,
That my lips wait for.