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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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Jumping on toes..
As I ring the bells..
Stood at the door..
With folded hands..
Eyes on my deity.
For in the temples.
She dwells..
Smelling the fresh..
Flowers..
With a tinge of firewood..
Vermilion mesh..
On my forehead..
Colored red.
Carvings in stone..
Said artistic stories alone..
Where souls..
Found peace.
When moments cease..
We steal puddings..
Getting into..
Gruesome fight.
Yet the essence of delight..
In the end..
It wasn’t worth ones plight.
A smiling beggar..
Hugging her baby tight.
The floor seems frivolous..
With devotees hurdled in tonight.
Seeking hideouts..
We utter play outs..
Hymns chanted..
Getting louder shout spouts.
Running into every corner..
To explore..
There’s worship behind every door.
The crowd multiplies..
Pride denies..
With subtle cries.
Kneeling down..
Touching the floor with their head.
Many hearts bled..
As they remember the days of dread.
Under every hood..
As we close our eyes..
The religion which binds us all..
Is Childhood.
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