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A Grieving Traveler

I sat in a train again Without you... I sat with pain again Without you.. I wish you were there I wish to get back your stare I wish to share some words How I wished to look out of the window the same way as yesterday.. This journey that I start again Without you... This journey that I pause more often Without you... As there is no one to put a hand on My shoulder of disdain.. As there is no one to just make a  Harmless gesture of being insane.. How I wished to sip that cup of tea with a relentless life beyond the sea waiting to be free.. *Dedicated to my mom as she shares her feeling of loneliness after my dad passed away last year. They both used to love traveling together... * picture courtesy the author while she captures this on her train ride to  Carlisle, PA.
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Childish




I trip..
Take a loud sip.
Cover my face,
With colored strip.
Splash paint,
Act faint.
Melt Ice,
Sound wise.
Burp louder,
Staring harder.
Love cuddles,
Blowing bubbles.
Counting stairs,
Follow flair.
Smell rain,
Embrace pain.
Mock role-play,
Hand figures of clay.
Tackling mortal,
Ignoring morale.
Acting cordial,
Reveal chances.
By hidden glances,
A story commences.
With sheer past tenses,
Until a dream comes true.
By the power of virtue.
Skip to your only one,
Don’t be left out alone.
As life is a submissive clone,
Tends to grow deeper into an aggressive tone.
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