This november was draped with
dampened, drenched roads,
cold winds, incessant showers,
brewed perfect coffee, frozen tiles,
quite absence and grey evenings.
This november had short sunshines,
the lack of warmth by sun outshone
my yearn for someone’s presence,
i sought comfort in diyas, in scented candles,
in moon, the crescent stringed my soul
swinging in eternal solitude.
This november made me leave
my heart in the handmade journal,
it convinced me, put together the
unembellished self amidst
jumbled letters and smudged pages,
i cried out and reconciled, restored
my tenderness with
nothing but the realistic truths.
This november made me miss this
gorgeous year, it still makes
me anxious about the unforeseen,
fortuitous, forthcoming days,
it caught me planning, replanning
and executing all that i want to
in the eleventh hour.
This november didn’t help me write
poems and proses, rather,
it taught me to fix,
the incompleteness and exit, mute
the complete affinities hanging
This november was filled with
pictures of goals, people,
places, bits and pieces,
it had white flowers in the sky,
i strangely wished to pluck one
and tuck it in between my
tight french braid.
This november made my cry,
reconcile and cry one more time.
This november loved me like no other,
and hugged me for the last time, yesterday.
It feels so good to be back to the place that treats me like home. Hope you are all doing good. Will catch up all the posts I missed very soon.
Thank you so much for reading!