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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.

Tired

Feets tired …
But they prefer walking.
Lips dried..
But they prefer talking.
Eyes made a childish glide..
Innocently as they slide.
A search beside blinding.
Face lied..
As they prefer looking.
Fingers polite..
Reciting disorder.
Nervous tremble..
Voices mumble..
Tiring blends..
Trying offends.
Once or twice it pretends..
Soon quenching the thirst..
With a sudden outburst.
Getting wet..
The walk gets slippery..
As washed off is the spider web..
And the stuck wasp fled freely.

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