A W A Y

In the dark corners of this room,
The ribcage squeezes a diligent heart.
Maximising the pain of separation to causing intense pain and gloom.

“I’d rather die than be alive to live a life apart,
Away from you.
Your name, echoes in the valleys of citations, like a charm of revelations.”

This silence reverbs a known tone,
Floating on the rivulets of pinecone,
Flown are these languid words, on a piercing lavender stone.
My moon, your beautiful name lingers, on this tongue like embellished pearls on a throne.

Soft, naive, deep and grieving from a distance. Your defenses are a mechanism that are a patterned nuance.
Shatter them aside, as I am adept at seeing past these mirages.
Hold no longer this pain within that separates us, Pull me closer and throw these doubts away,
So what if we are two people living in two different places?
For in this union lies the entire cosmos in traces.

Are we embedded by illusions of a grief-stricken home?
For these visitations come on their own.
In the awakenings of midnight...
When silences are deep and reverent are the nights.
It is during these times that your name echoes louder, squeezing my heart harder.
Screaming in pain for the words you often share, and the assurance to bare.

Now, in these silences, death visits me asking for my soul to surrender.
My sole visitors of the night; words asunder...
Of times farther, and more clearer.


By Jyotsna B Rao