Tunnel of Hope

He listened to what I had to say.
He was reticent.
Then he patiently said "What sad existence he has!"
and added "Are you not glad that it is her and not you?"

I leaned back repeating the same question in my mind.
In my confusion I envisioned the same tunnel
and for the first time I saw light on its other end.

No I thought to myself. The question is
Will I ever reach it?

Asima 24th March 2010

I'm almost there...
and I'm very scared.
Where are you?

I slit my wrists
to see what blood looks like,
to know perhaps greater pain
than what you have given me,
to feel something different
than what I've been feeling for past many months... you.

I felt nothing
but the symphony of your deep breaths
that you take while you're asleep
I saw nothing
but your face with your eyes closed.
I knew nothing
other than what you had given me...
memories.

Perhaps another attempt...
Shall we...?

Asima - 17th March 2010

Alone

I am scared of what future holds
and I am scared to embark on a journey
unto its unforgivable forces
alone...
I am weak and I am scared.
I want him to hold my hand
and fold me within his wings
because I am scared.
And I am alone.
Hold me?

Asima - 15th March 2010

Shades of You

Different shades of you
dull, vibrant and blue.
I'm sitting in your footsteps
lurking away in your past shadows
not quite a figment of your imagination now.
What went wrong my love?
Was it only the fucking that interested you
or was it the notion of your mere indifferences?
I remember the dark skies and the rainy days.
I remember the warmth of the fire that togehter we lit
and I remember your infidelities that burnt in it.
Is she a better fuck than I was,
or is it the notion of mere conjugal appearances
or perhaps both?
I see us and our limbs being torn apart
and amidst all this torture that we must bear
I also see a tunnel of hope
but until it is reached, I must lurk away
in the many shades of you...

Asima 14th March 2010