Good Night

It's the time

To go slow

And throw

Your head

On to the pillow

And Sleep

Silently weep

For no one's around

And the day is over.

Since morning

You hid your tears

Back-lashing fears

Thumping heartbeats unclear.

It's the time

To crack them all

Break all walls

And be the you

The you that you are

Foolishly sad

Stupidly bad

And insanely hellish...

It's the time

to say

Goodbye long day

Good night please stay

And be lost

In dreams forever...

Father and I

I keep the TV set

Turned on

In Your room

And I am let

To live on

Thinking You're alive.

When I feel

A little ill

I close my eyes

And kill

What's real

That's how I heal.

I sink deep

Into the memories

There you keep

Your warm hands

On my forehead

And place the pillow

Softly under my head.

You sit beside me

Talking sweetly

And I smile

Smile so happily...

Bereavement

I've preserved your smell

Deep down my senses:

Rusted nails hammered 

Straight on an old wall.

And your presence

Is the sweet fragrance

Of the winter flowers,

That bear your remembrance

From the winters

Of the yester-years.

When you dosed on

Sitting in your cot

Watching your favourite

Evening T.V. show.

And every time when 

The door of your room

Opened outside,

Ushering the fragrance in.

You woke up

Looking outside

Wearing a smile thin.

The door still brings

Fresh flower perfumes

Your room is empty

Ever since you left

Walking out through the door.

I've held in my eyes

Your face serene

Shrunken in weakness

Dried up before age

With asthmatic breathing

Air entering mouth

Never leaving out in whole;

The fragrance was irritating

Annoyance for your soul.

I never enjoyed

The sweet smelling flowers

In completion.

Left the task on rest

For the season next,

The winter to come.

Never knew the winter this year

Will be dumb

With your absence felt

And memories 

Spread around

Like songs

Silently hummed... 

Ringing Telephone

Phone's ringing

No, I won't pick it up.

It keeps ringing

Ringing all the time.

A friend, a colleague,

A sales adviser, a telemarketer,

A wrong number, some irritating caller.

Poor phone rings

Hundred times a day.

Earlier I waited

For it to ring once in a while.

My father  would call

And his voice would fill the home.

Now hes absence fills it all,

Nobody laughs out loud, nobody talks,

Nobody watches TV, nobody listens to songs.

No phone calls, no long talks

Nobody's on the other line.

Sorry phone,

Keep ringing on, and on...