promises

Last Kiss

Published on August 27, 2020 by Harpreet ChhachhiaLeave a comment

I look for you in different faces,
Some are cold and some are kind;
But I can’t touch any of the spaces,
Where love was gentle and blind.

I reach out to strangers,
Unmindful of their fear, too,
That there are certain dangers
Of trying to forget you.

I seek them out and express all my hope,
That someone out there will feel,
Will bar anxiety, or help me cope,
Wipe my tears, or help me heal –

But it all ends up happening again –
Expectations burn promise.
New hurt makes stronger unforgotten pain,
From your last words and our last kiss.

Published on April 21, 2020 by Harpreet Chhachhia3 Comments

Promises have no small print.
They are to be weighed with care.
They are not mere words spoken.
They prove only truth not dare.

They act as a sacrament:
A foundation set in stone:
Love’s finger codes each of them,
Fate makes each of them atone.

They are providential:
They become subject to suit
Even the smallest flower,
When it was yet just a root.

Promises are marks of love,
Just hunger is what they ease.
They mark a higher power,
For hope is what they increase.

Depression

Published on April 20, 2019April 20, 2019 by Harpreet ChhachhiaLeave a comment

It doesn’t come with a hello
It sneaks up behind
And pushes you into a dark alley
With broken lights under your feet
And suddenly you have no shoes
Memories scream towards you
Like a freight train
Out of control
You fall to your knees
Trapped
Forgetting about the broken glass
It swarms before you
And you can’t see
Blinded, and this choking sensation, as though you never knew light.

A smile reaches out, you reach out and you see people moving,
just where you had been a moment ago,
there is the thing you were doing,
you remember where you were going,
but that is a flash.

You are in that freight train, speeding,
And you want to fight
But light is such a fleeting thing
And smiles are too rare to be saviours…