Ice
You are a crucible of ice
Unfeeling receptacle of life’s
elixir as I pour on in vain.
May fire char your rigor mortis,
wind disperse its ashes,
icy water trickle back to earth.
When your elements
return to balance,
your heart may beat again.
Storm
I wish upon you many things
most from a love cast away
like a warm but threadbare sweater
after winter’s bite was gone.
I wish that you pray for peace
to be upon me and mine each
night before you fall asleep.
That you dream of making love
to me wondering who does instead.
That you seek my laughter
among other voices in life's passing by.
That you try to catch a glimpse
of legs sculpted in stone as women
mill in and out of the subway.
crossings as in traversals, contradictions, counterpoints of the heart though often not..
Subscribe to my Substack: Signals in the NoiseIce Storm
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Novel High
After two decades away from programming, I recently experienced what felt like a technological miracle. What would have taken me days of met...
-
An expat desi friend and I were discussing what it means to return to India when you have cobbled together a life in a foreign country no ma...
-
Recently a desi dude who is more acquaintance less friend called to check in on me. Those who have read this blog before might know that suc...
-
I, Ananya, am a suburban single mother minus the SUV that often comes with the territory. Ten years ago, I would have been awed by someone i...
1 comment:
Hello HC,
I like wind storms but not ice storms. Seasonal ice changes bring lot of changes. Hope we will not see any ice storms anymore.
SriPriya
Post a Comment