Speak Ye, Ruddy Drops

Speak Ye, Ruddy Drops

Oozing from my bleeding heart

You tiny ruddy drops of blood

Drenching my soul as you pour

Deep down from my heart’s core…

He broke my heart

Ripped it apart

And as he left my ‘tender’ hand

Did he ever care where the pieces land?

‘Morrow if he comes here to see

Tell him that am no more ME

For if my lips doth fail to utter

Tell him my life hath cleared it’s clutter!

-Raashi Hasteer

Black Diary

( This poem is related to the diary of my maternal grandfather whom I lost years back ! Though he isn’t there but his memories still remind me of his presence in my heart . )

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Black Diary

I picked up thy diary

Thy name inscribed therein

On black cover , silver ink !

With each page that I flipped

In memories of thee I was gripped.

With mine eyes teary

I closed thy diary

Thinking about the scars

On the last page I saw a star

On black cover ,silver ink !

I looked up at the sky

As if to question why

Ah! Once again black sky silver stars

I was reminded of that star

And the unlimited scars!!

-Raashi Hasteer