Black Hole

The light of long dead stars
Crowds into my heart,
My dim flame it snuffs out
A black hole I too have become.

Heaps Of Ash

From the heap
Of my ashes
A tiny flame rises
Even as embers have died.
Don't nurse this flame
And fan it not,
For the fire shall consume
And leave behind
Two hopelessly pulverised
Heaps of ash,
Entwined
On charred ground.

Is This Love?

I bathe
In the warmth
That washes me
And drift
In the ache
Lingering in my heart.
If this be love
Let it flow
Till I'm drowned
And lost.

Words Unspoken

So many words
Remain unspoken.
So much to say
But there's a wall,
Pierced only by eyes
That see, lower
And look away,
Strained
By lips that do not move
And throat
That hasn't a voice.
And many words
Remain unspoken....

Echoes In Memory

Echoes in memory are all I carry
And a little voice which tells me,
What is not today shall be tomorrow;
What today is not tomorrow shall be

Memories and a Prayer

On this day
Of joyous celebrations,
Of the chimes of time,
Memories of tears
And happiness,
And the excitement
Of hopes and expectations.

I remember
Your singing voice,
Soothing words,
Love, care
And ministration,
Your peaks, moans
And reciprocation

And I pray
For fulfilling joy,
Auspicious chimes,
For song, bliss
And caring sharing,
For kids, chaos
And happy rearing!

Booms of Silence

The din of silence
Crashes into my 
Ears, shadows of despair
Crowd into my 
Heart; hands paralysed
By the weight of 
Distance, voice drowned
By the rattle of 
Quiet, I remain
Praying and pleading
To a stone
At rest, pelting 
Booms of silence...