Get Your Premium Membership

In Between Phases

There was love in phases. Phase I – Korean Cultural Center, Delhi It was wrapped in the kimbap, served with soy sauce on the side – only one had to ask for it. We wanted to hold hands, and keep holding – only one had to ask for it. Love came, saw us with the kimbap, and left, without asking first, empty-stomached. Phase II – Siolim, Goa You would be surprised at what I do for love. It was tucked deep under our bed. We looked for it, begged it to find us; it refused to show – this time, asking did not help. There was a cosmic rendezvous in the sky that night, yet ours remained absent. Phase III – Queen Street Station, Glasgow It was in the seeds we fed the ravens. It is impressive how easily they follow you, it is even more impressive how easily I followed. Goodbye seemed easy; it healed something that I did not realise needed healing – this time, I did not ask. Phase IV – Lumpini Place, Bangkok I remember packing it; it is kept somewhere safe, yet I can no longer find it. Bits of it left in places where it was felt the strongest – no one asked for it. There was love in phases, and in phases where it became a memory.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2024




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 2/6/2025 4:12:00 AM
There's a certain uniqueness in thought and the expression is subtle and genuine.
Login to Reply

Book: Reflection on the Important Things