A Lost Infant

 A lost infant 

A lost bundle of dreams

Weaved during ten months 

Inside the mother's womb

About a lifetime of raising a child 

From the first scan of the movement

To the first  kick on the belly 

Listening to the sweet little things 

With an ear on the belly 

The selection of a sweet name

The shopping for welcoming baby

The decoration of the room and cradle 

A long wait for seeing the face

A long wait for seeing the smile 

A long wait to hear the first words

A long wait to see the first walk 

A long wait to play with the god's gift 

It's a short-lived joy

As the child left this world 

Too early 

It's a pain hard to heal

The tears of the bereaved  mother

The broken heart of a silent father 

 Consoling each other in silence 

Words can't console their loss 

As the image of their breathless infant

Haunt them as nightmares in 

Sleepless nights and hopeless days 

With all their hopes for a lifetime

Buried inside a small casket 

In the graveyard of sorrows 

With wishes for a cradle in heaven

This poem is written in solidarity with my friends who lost their children too early. Some inside the womb itself. 

Once Upon A Dream

 

Once upon a dream

I saw a pretty girl in my life

Unseen before and unknown

But she wandered into my house

Like my best friend for years

And a neighbour for decades

She had shared so many things

Like I am her secret keeper

She watered the plants inside my house

Whispering something to them with a smile

She went outside to buy something

After telling me to wait for her to return

Was she the friend I craved in my childhood?

To play, with me instead of my imaginary friends

Or was she the reflection of my best friend's friend?

Who used to pick up my calls when he was not around

I was curious about her, but I'd never seen her face

I wonder if my mind created imagery of her from the voice!

I woke up in the morning with questions about the strange girl

But I couldn't recollect her face again in my mind, though I tried

My friend, an artist, listened to the impressions I had about her

She made a sketch of this girl with an angelic face

She termed this dreamy girl, the angel of my life

I looked for girls with the face as in the sketch

My girlfriends didn't have that face

I've lost that sketch along the way

But that angelic face is still in mind

I wonder if that dream was a hint

About someone, I will meet in future

I'm still waiting for that

Girl to show up somewhere

Someday!

This poem is based on a word prompt from #loveletters . Image from Pixabay. Thank You :)

A Lone Walker

I am a lone walker

After the sunset 

Along a tiled riverside pathway 

With the company of the silent river 

Under the canopy of plantains and trees 

Guided by the moonlight and lights from homes

Without the hustles of walkers and runners 

It is a realm I crave in big cities for a walk

With crickets from bushes on the sides 

Making noise along with the birds 

The reeds wave along with the wind 

Lonely streetlamps are a relief 

In pitch dark areas I see mirages 

Of individuals looking at the river

I could hear the conversations of 

People enjoying drinks in the evening 

The movements in the bushes scare at times

As the bund used to be a haven of snakes 

I have seen mongooses wandering around 

I see the imageries on the ripples of rivers 

Created by the lights from the other shore 

Seeds of poems give my mind a workout 

Sometimes, the mind tells me interesting tales

The music from temples on the other shore 

Spruces mind at the end of the pathway 

At times, I see men sitting on the stone benches 

Enjoying the peace of evening in darkness 

The walk itself is an affirmation to see

Sunrise on dawn someday 

As I remain chained to the sleeping pill 

My long walks in the past drove me to 

Move to other cities with a belief 

I am walking with an aim 

To escape from here!

This poem is based on the seed I had in mind while walking in the evening. I indeed walk when there is nobody in the path. Image from the Unsplash. 

Time Brought You To Me

Time brought you to me 

I wonder if you will realise 

You're fluttering like a butterfly 

With the wings of lovely words 

I was lost in another dark world 

Until I saw the glimpse of your smile 

Until I read the imagery of your poems 

I know, time will take you away from me 

So, I will cherish every word you write 

I will dive into the sceneries you create 

And write my own sceneries from that 

Like a chain of poems in a collaboration 

I hope you will read them and laugh at 

The silliness of my wordplay, silently 

I am not tempted to chase a wild deer 

It's pretty to see it run on meadows free

I will read your words in my lonely nights

I hope I will dive into some nice dreams 

Image from Unsplash 

Decision

Make sure you clear up your mind,
Decide what is best for your future.
Do you see me as part of that journey?
If not, prepare me for your departure.
I will pack all the memories and dreams;
You can keep all the gifts and moments.
You'll still be in my heart as spring of past.
Let's walk away without uttering a word;
Without hugs, kisses, and sad goodbyes!
If you want to go on a journey with me,
Let go of all those dark fights we had,
All the tears and nightmares we shared,
And all those hurtful words we hurled.
Let's make a new start for our lost love!
Let's travel through new places to build                                                                                                  new dreams, experiences and memories.                                                                                                Let's promise to hold on to each other!

A poem based on word prompt #FromOneLine. Image from Unsplash. Thank you :)