Sometimes
here...
       I step in
          then
               disappear...
desire,
          the upper floor
depress the wrong button
               closing the door
instead,

                I am going

                         down

Vivid memories
silently
cry out loud
everytime I look for
your face in a crowd
The ones I'm with
don't have a clue
I'm smiling at
them, but looking
for you.....

I am part of many groups
Yet, not part of any
Part of the crowd
Yet, free like a bird
Like the neem tree
Rooted
And its branches sway free

I listen for your voice
on lonely, humid nights
chilling,
like tropical ice
the way you once
held me so tight
then, just let me
slip away.....

When yesterday's fears
emptied out of dark tunnels
from beneath their precious feet
thirst held out her arms
like a nurturing mother,
crafting a bridge
connecting all their
hopes and dreams