Five not so easy pieces

Silences

This brooding silence,
echo of a despondence
that our road ends here.

 

Renovation

Mason breaking tiles,
shrouded in a dusty haze
I watch and resist
an immaterial grief
rising from the detritus.

 

Linger

In the school lobby
I listen, till she completes
Her swimming lesson;
She was born for the water
I, to linger in daydream.

 

Burnt Waters

The river, submerged
by a millenia’s pyres,
carries life no more.

 

Unfit for consumption

Even the termites
boring through sheesham wood shelves
ignore my poems.

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