Just a couple of beads...

.                             Evening walk
 

1.

a heart-shaped pebble is her find
of the day. "are you thinking of
me?" silently she asks to no one
in particular. the young girl inside  
this aging sheath never ceases to 
amaze. who is she? how lovingly 
she looks at the sky: eyes wrinkled
from searching but aglow, adream...
yet, why do i find myself scowling 
at her, shoving her in the smoky
darkness, heaving, ashamed?

its smoothness against her 
cheek like the flutter of twilight 
hour, its coldness like the ghost 
of snow on a spring morning,
its silence adrift in the grooves
of the dogged question, "are you
thinking of me?"

2.

a tremor courses
through the sliver
of the crescent moon 
as outstretched wings
swerve past...and, you 
ask me why do the 
reflections in a puddle 
waver on a windless day?

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Radhika Mimani said…
I am so glad that we met at Dorian House and I got this chance of reading your amazing work. It's beautiful!!!
March 18, 2024 at 7:11 PM
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