Separation, Anxiety

Separation, Anxiety

Separation

We were together,

For some so many days;

Vagabonds, trying to capture

A roof,

A ground,

A purpose;

A moth and a butterfly,

Playing,to plough

Caterpillars;

Days and nights have met moments

United in dusk and dawn,

In the room where we toiled, with our roles,

Everything that was meant to be; became

Furniture;

The space, a cradle, hums

Lullaby,

Yet the tune was not lost,

Something we found together

In unison!

Anxiety

Moonbeams,

Slipped off the palms;

Oh! Not to worry!

They will come again,

The traveller is in exile,

Moments that are found and lost

Underwater,

Lament a little for long;

In the ocean of sand,

Its cold yellow dust seeking the sun,

With a bowl; at night,

Rays appear like

Some sort of alms,

Hands that held for life,

Dropped like a leaf…

Days stolen;buried above the roof,

The moonlit room,

A dais now,

A stage!