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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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Happening


It's hard as they
Don't know what's
Happening
It's hard that they
Have to know 
All of a sudden
That's happening
Because it is happening 
To them
Their soul
Their body and minds
Just reality
Isn't eating dry crumbs of 
Bread from the floor
But fighting for every
Single crumb attained

I want to go home
But where is home
As the person 
Who brought me up
Just gave up on me
And couldn't see
That I will not be free anymore

A touch isn't soothing
That touch just breaks 
Them further into pieces
Repeating it all
Over in their dreams
How will they forget
When there's little
That's left of them..
That still craves
Childhood

* Dedicated to stop human trafficking across the world, to make it a better place for our future prospects.



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