• Poetry •

Through this slanting light
Of morning's window
I remember
Far below the star bound skies
Breathing poetries through my
Blindfolded eyes;
I remember your shape as dreams unfold
A folklore that was once been told
Your presence by accident
Hides in my sleep
Promises burn houses,
And it's flames weep
In the trees beyond this house
was a life I had imagined
Marathon hours of verse to be read
with you breathing in
Each moment by my side
But we become old and broken
As fragile threads
I remember, I remember
In my dreams, where you found
Homeless seas.
I remember…
That’s when poetry found me.

- Barkha