Again

My morning tea, today

tasted infuriating salt

I tasted it again,

to find the ash of your memory.

How strangely has it entered

my room again.

The strainer can’t filter out the ash

I must throw the tea away

And lock my doors tight

before the blanched winds fill my throat

and choke me with your thoughts,

Again.

Reviews

[MOON]

Poignant beautiful write , memories ... very descriptive write.

[Randhir kaur]

Well written..the pang..it hurts..but Nicely penned..

[hardeep sabharwal]

Nicely written

there are good and bad memories, what we need is to remember only good part of those things