Whether or not to touch her hand
Is the pertinent question now
She led me once to a slumbering gorge
Made me dive into it
...
My bedroom mirror suddenly broke open tonight
I stared at it aghast; it spilled all my past
Images rolled on- how I fought with my young sister
In our childhood; how I hated her for being my parents' darling
...
Homecoming
Whether or not to touch her hand
Is the pertinent question now
She led me once to a slumbering gorge
Made me dive into it
And I was completely drenched
With the soothing fountain that
Lay there untroubled for millenniums
I feel doubtful
Whether she really showed me the face of the ancient
Banyan tree, engulfed in its serene silence
Whether made me listen to the rumbles
Of the long-lost rivulet
Still
I find the shelter for
The homeless bird in her eyes