Alone again
It seems.
Visions of you haunt my dreams.

Your rigged frame,
Locked in bed.
No sign of life
Through eyes of red.

Yet I speak,
Laugh,
And cry on your form.

As your breath become heavy,
My heart becomes torn.

Constant
Commercial
Confusion
Creates
Complicated
Conditions

A misconception you love them more than your own,
Yours are yours,
Your grandchildren are a part of you and them,
In them you relive your children's childhood,
Their mannerisms and their fond memories.
And you have more time to indulge with your grandchildren.
Moreover your grandchildren are like candies,
You cannot be with them as many times as you wish,
That all depends on your children and their spouses.
19/2/2024

it has no corners
what you give is what you get
flows through infinite.
20/2/2024

red eyes swollen face
muffled sobs drenches pillow
learning experience.

It's a good time
Hanging with animals,
Because there is no social pressure.
They merely love to live,
That is their pleasure.
There are no missed interpretations,
No alternate agendas;
Alive at nature's leisure

Shall I not then collect words,
to paint colorful sketches of you,
to capture the moments we cannot otherwise retain
through scenes posing life and death?

Brushstroke of words,
sketches and etched memories in vibrant hues
Moments are thereby suspended
in the delicate balance of existence.

For in these words
and sketches, we reside.
Life's vibrant colors on the canvas of time,
In the contiguity of fleeting moments,
I find the art of holding you close.