I sleep in my cereal bowl
And walk the length of mirrors.
My eye-lashes wilt in Spring
And I drink spoonsful of cake.
I talk to flowers
In the potpourri bowl.
I see stars by the sun
And sweat under the blazing moon.
These distances I walk
To quiet my chattering nose.
On your birthday
I wish little puppies and get bitten
But unlike yours.
The pirouetting flowers in their descent
Sigh like you did after we made love.
The names that endeared you
I have given to doors of my house
Which I hug on my way out.
The global itch of wanting you
I feel on my thumb and a little
On my little toe.
What Time had given me
I lost amongst the broken
Clocks in my world.
And this sepia tinted present
Envies colourful memories
Of you and me
And our two cats
Whose tails I would grab.
Today as I think of you
And feed my dog, newspaper
While reading the growing ice
In the refrigerator,
I smile at the curtains around my waist
And how you righted
My once topsy-turvy world.
Like A Feather... 
So so so so beautiful
I have almost memorized this beautiful piece of poetry that you gifted us with…. but, isn't it too long since you wrote something again? Please write again…
— Paramita
Dear B,
Thank you. Coming from you, it is one mighty compliment! 🙂
Dear Anon-P,
You are sweet. No, you really are. 🙂 I have been writing but mostly on Twitter. I will certainly write something here as well. Been way too busy to do some serious meaty writing, and then the stock markets weren't good and the neighbour's dog ate my cat so we… you know! 😀 Stories apart, will surely write. Thanks for being there…
Eroteme 🙂 this is beautiful. Its been so long since I've been here!
I am so sorry, wouldn't come here sooner. The hiatus from blogging is only a dormant volcano which will erupt anytime soon, I hope? – I mean of course yours ;-).
The most beautiful poem ever. Every line brings tears to the l every time it is read – the newspaper well fed and the growing ice well read, and the curtains well waist-wound are vintage Eroteme. Do not neglect this blog please. In a world of the mundane, shines the light through your ineffably lovely writings.
– Parvati
Dear Parvati,
While reading the poem, like someone said, it only gave goosebumps. But my eyes welled up reading your comment!
Praying you are safe and sound!! ❤
Dear S,
Oh my god! It has indeed been such a long time. Hope all is well with you. I wondered what happened to you. Welcome back. 🙂 I am glad you liked this piece.
Dear Anon-P,
Thank you for your generous words. Yes, I hope that I find that zest to return to long writing. Twitter seems to have seduced me away from here. 🙂 Will be back, for the sake of this blog, and you and Paramita. 🙂
This was abstractly beautiful. The words flowed and yet kept their individuality. I like it here.
BTW could not post a comment here using my google account or my openId. Had to resort to being anon.
Red
Do you have any idea how cute this is??? it gives me goosebumps!
This is quite simply beautiful…
(feltsensejunkie)
I still adore this poem !
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