we go way back!

your hands caress

your lips explore

your eyes make love

your smell

evokes a sense of déjà vu

transporting me

to the days when we existed

in a different era

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the muddy mirror

it is me

is it

staring at me

through the muddy mirror

or

is my skin muddy

and wrinkled

I think

for

the last reflection of me

was surely through

a looking glass

which was cleaner

Fear of separation

I fear

All those who love me

Shall stop

Being a part of my life

Or

Maybe

I stop being a part of theirs

night of freedom

 

at night

when the world sleeps

all fears go

and i am free again

Late night poetry

writing

late night poetry

someone far far away

is reading it

on my blog

and I

so many time zones apart

can

feel the connection

Lost poetry

“where did you go?”

I asked my poetry

“you went…

in the search of greener pastures ”

she replied…

the skies

the skies

vast unending mysterious

holding dreams

and wishes

of the people

of the now

and

of the generations gone by