Geeta's Poems

Stray Poems

Does one love
an unborn child...?
Oh my dreams,
my blinded children,
in vain you struggle
to be born.
My love is futile
in giving you existence...
Sometimes
I wish
I was never born...
*

Do you know you smell?
It is a warm,
a nice kind of smell.
reeking,
of course,
of a cigaretty taste...
nevertheless,
nice and warm.
It seems to
remind me
of hot summer evenings
and home...
*

As usual
today
I had walked out
empty handed
but I’ve returned now
with a bunch
of stray, wild flowers
I gathered on the way
back home.
*

How can I express
the love
I feel for you?
Can I say
I love you the most...
except for myself?...
*

There is always pain
in parting.
I saw today
a group of
leaves
fall from
an old, gnarled tree.
All of them
were mutilated.
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{ Alone } { Where?... } { Evening } { The Touch of Your Hand } { The Moon }
{ Waiting } { To P... } { Creases } { Your Fingers } { Stock-Taking }
{ Private Demons - I } { Private Demons - II } { A Resolution } { Questions } { Freedom to Be }
{ Relationships } { Sensations } { Death } { Life's Choices } { All for Love }
{ To You.. { After Life } { After the Storm - I } { After the Storm - II } { Self Discovery }
{ A Reassessment } { The Fall } { Anchorless } { To D... } { Peace }
{ The Morning After } { There are no Goodbyes... } { The Essence }

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