talk to my face
let your eyes focus
on my eyes
dont let them wander
down my neck …to my breasts
for it unnerves me
as
i am a mother,a sister and a wife
and the way you stare
makes me feel violated
Sleeping in separate rooms
The whirring of the air conditioner
Keeps me company
walking along
the crowded roads
a sea of people
in their own worlds
a microcosm
they carry
with them,
detached…
…yet connected…
by life
loneliness
a state of the mind
of a mind boggled
by intricacies
self created
or
by giving importance
to inane relations
she can hear his heartbeat
as she lies down
next to him
on the marital bed
a heartbeat
that doesn’t
solely beat
for her
feel that breath
its your ticket to life
savour it
you could never
compensate
for the loss
of my parents
for that love
was a different kind
