Geeta's Poems

After Life

Come and sit

Now that we have no more to say

to each other

and all things said

have drifted along...

... never to return back to us

To sit alone -

on lonely benches

in lonely parks

and watch the lonely clouds

float by -

is a matchless symphony


of wounded joy

and painful curse...


Give me one word...
One word

to express what I want to say.


Let my arms embrace the universe

before it dissolves in agony...


or


extend your arms,

breaking all bounds

and take me up... away...




to unknown heights
And end this wait...
for death...
...strung up, bored.

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