why you vanished
like migrating birds
from the vista
of darling desires
on the melancholic wings
my un-quenched thirst
flaming and burning
in the depth of horizon
deserted dreams
falling like setting sun
yet I wait for you
near the grave
with unlit pyre
to embrace you
to own you
like a soft
unkissed kiss.
© Maaya Dev
Waving by at me a face,
A face of an infant, which makes me weak and debilitate,
Flushed, I turned my face away.
He touched me and asked me the way,
I wonder why he interrogates me
I hanker to push him away,
In a flash he disappears,
But, now he appears everywhere.
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