Diwali

When festivals occur this year,
It feels like a misnomer.
The year has rung out its knells;
The world is a quiet mourner.

The lights aren’t so many
As they were a year ago;
Smiles were easier then –
Hearts hadn’t burnt out so.

Hope rests in each light lit,
That’s what it’s all about,
In the loudest night,
A lionhearted shout!

It may not be heard,
It may not be seen,
But what an experience
This learning has been!

Boo

Every time I think I am getting over
you,
A friend comes home
And says,
”You’re better off, boo”;
Or
an underwear
You
left
behind,
Sneaks out of our drawer,
And fucks with my mind;
Or
I see some guy
Walking down the street…
And I am reminded
of your
Hair,
or eyes,
or gait,
or feet –
And, no matter what therapy I have gainfully employed,
You
descend on my heart,
And I find it
destroyed.

Enough

If I look back,
I know I was loved.

I was given,
When desire was known.

I was held,
When tears were grown.

I was helped,
When the going was rough.

I know he loved,
If I look back;

But it was not enough.