You And Without You

You And Without You long poem

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You walk with me
Stand next to me
Talk to me, I actually hear,
Listen to me, I talk,
You eat, laugh, sing…
Next to me, I sense,
You wave when friends leave,
Again standing just behind me
I can even smell you
You are here
And I wait
Wait for the phone to ring
For the mail to reach
Look at your photographs
Clear your table,
Your cupboards and shelves,
I imagine
All the time you are here
You are here!
………………………………………….

Then I know
As I work
Through the day
Clean, clean and clean
In this silence
This emptiness
No music
I am alone
As always
I am alone.
……………………………………

Mother,
A few flowers at your feet
They are in my heart today
I have nothing to offer you
Come now,
It is already late,
There is no temple here
Just a small space
If you can make that one,
Your home, your temple!
…………………………………………….

This tight-rope walking
This acrobatics
Every step in balance
If I look up,
A mighty fall
And down,
A deep dungeon
Where do I stop
And how
I have to continue
And continue
Non-stop
…………………………………….
It’s time now to stop work
To sit beside me
As we watch the world go by
Come, don’t delay,
The debate is at its peak,
Things are happening,
Your chair is still empty,
Waiting ,
The channels too
Are waiting,
Let’s watch them unfold
All the secrets
As we sit hand in hand
Together,
Watching.
……………………………………….
Today, my friend,
You mirrored those hurts,
Those painful struggles,
Those heartbreaks, sighs and cries,
Yet, you hid your tears,
Smiled,
And even laughed,
Cracking jokes,
As if I don’t know
What you helplessly tried,
Dear dear friend,
I know as our boats move,
We share the same waters
Same tides, same streams,
Same shores and same breeze,
Let me extend this hand,
And wipe them,
If I can,
Do allow,
For there is one soul,
In this world,
You can rely on.
I have no magic wand
To erase,
Those deep wounds,
Cuts and scars,
That Time gave,
I know that,
But a little space,
You may call
My heart.
…………………………………..

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Now a writer, still struggling. Have been a journalist and a teacher. Love music and the Himalayas. Lived in different parts of India. Married to a writer. Have two sons and a daughter-in-law (more a daughter, new and ready made). I also have a brother and a sister, and four lovely nieces, a nephew son and a little grand niece. I live with my mother and my mother-in-law. All are book-lovers.
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