I linger a limping shadow in your after-glow
and spend moonless nights, sore and
bleeding trying to make sense of your
departure in the darker ages of
The wounds you left are still ripe feasted
with pale maggots oozing their heads out
Oh! How I have wandered like a madwoman
in sinister woods screaming and
scratching the barks seeking you inside
In the shadier cooler corners of the wild
forests searching for some ruffles behind
the withered leaves, looking for faint ripples
in the slimy ponds.
Oh! How I’ve tried to make sense of liaisons
and laughed and laughed, in a vain
tried to extract out the bloody ticks out of
my green wounds while the hungry
scavengers looked on.
I measured my days with number of pests
my bruises had, eaten up from inside
a dainty hollow figure, I just swayed like
a scare-crow all these years .
Oh! How you stabbed me several times on the
back, but I was so busy pouring in your warm
embraces, the ones I never had, the only
wet kisses I never got .
May be it’s a mystery why you left, but the
gashes you gave, the slashes you made, the
lacerations will stay forever , and I
a madwoman will wander in the
sinister forests screaming and