The Job Hunters
Prowling the streets -
The stray dogs,
Armed with scraps of paper
Battling the goliath of ‘isms’
Emasculated ideals -
Marginalised values-
The job hunters-
In search of
A
9 to 5 Utopia.
Why ?
Why
Do I write
Only about you -
They ask.
Sweetheart,
Clutching
The silhouette
Of yesterday’s images
I cling on to
Today.
Your requiem
To our love
Ricochetting against
The weary fabric
Of my
Hopes.
Why
Do I
Still seek love
When even
Its ashes
Have scattered
Mingling with
The dust and grime
Of reality -
They query.
I write-
To breathe.
I love -
To exist.
Togetherness
The evanescent shades
Of your love
Splashing colours
Of a myriad hues
On the empty canvas
Of my psyche
Your searing kisses
Imploding inside
Every pore of my being
A tiny drop
Of your concern
To me
An ocean of care.
Your fleeting touch
An eternal embrace
My love
My entire life
Encapsulated
In a single moment
Of our togetherness.
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