Blindfolded

the thunderous slap
awakens me
in the wee hours
even after 5 years.
the fingerprints
of that very slap
are punched
in the heart
of my mother.
All I told her was that
Dad is cheating.
Today again we start
our respective journeys—
one is in the guilt lanes
and other in the streets
of a denial.

By Jay Gandhi

Wish You Were Here
I thought writing would help
but it did not
I thought painting would comfort
but it did not
I thought coffee would be company
but it was not
I thought poetry would bring patience
but it did not
I thought the garden would bring joy
but it did not
I thought music would make me peaceful
but it did not
I thought moonlight would be serene
but it was not
I thought a book would talk to me
but it was silent

silence cuts sharply, my spirit struggles
to be free
eyes have let out every single tear
I just wish, just one little wish
I wish
I wish you were here.
2019 © CER    Anjum  Wasim Dar

When I Get It There

is a part of me
I wish was here.

leaps from rock to rock
with minimum effort,

Now being is not having
Not having becomes not

appearing
for appearances sake.

2019 Paul Brookes