Emptiness is a feeling
I just can’t adjust to
Since you left
My life is so hollow without you.
I wonder why I wake now
Without you by my side
I am so saddened and low
I just want to runaway and hide.
You, and only you knew me inside out,
I hope you know you taught me what life is all about.
More than anything now I just need you to be here
I just want to stroke your fur and stop living in fear.
Charlie, my soul cat
The heart of our home
We miss you, oh so much
I feel constantly alone….
Almost a year and tears fall every
day
Will the pain ease or here to stay?
I've never felt such emptiness
Closing my eyes is my only
happiness
Why did you leave....
You had special glue that held
us together
I feel you in music playing
I feel you with seasons changing
I am grateful for having the best
loving Mom
See you in my dreams and life's
treasures
Bingo, my most loyal pup,
she popped up whenever my mood was down,
to mop up the grief in my silence
with a gulp of my tears seasoned with brine.
Wherever my feet led, she trotted,
night and day, she trailed my shadow.
Her lids never closed till she heard my snore
and up in a flash at my first morning yawn.
One day she followed me to school—
we both planned it without my Mum's consent,
I walked ahead, she darted in front and back of me—
and everywhere around me with joy.
First time crossing the expressway,
she roamed the yard till the watchman chased her out,
we waved goodbye—her final one—
before a car crushed her on the way back home.
(Ode to innocent and Charming Youth)
They dance beyond the neon glare,
With headphones on and braided hair.
They quote their queen in every song-
Ah,these Swifties can do no wrong!
They turn heartbreak into melody,
And pain into pure poetry.
Where the cynics live,they still belong,
The faithful ones who sing along.
They trade their fears for lyric lines,
In glitter,truth,and valentines.
They dream of worlds where love is strong-
Yes, these Swifties can do no wrong
When elders frown and pundits sigh,
They lift their banners to the sky:
'' Its cool to feel,to care,to long-
To cry,forgive,and still stay strong''.
And if tomorrow turn to storm,
They'll write again,they'll still perform.
Hope is their stage,their lifelong song-
Bless the Swifties-they can do no wrong
The desert blooms where your tears have quietly fallen
Each grain of sand a story that's unspoken
Your laughter lingers in the jasmine-scented breeze,
A perfume of memories,delicate,broken
Time drifts slowly,yet the past remains
In the shadows of evening,in hearts that are woken.
The candle gutters,yet it's warmth stays alive,
Illuminating the pain that is softly tokened.
In every fleeting hour,your spirit is near,
Pheko,Youngest Son Of Lizzy
Tonight, it's madness to see myself
Deep in your brown and soft eyes
It's like diving into a modest mirror
Where a special joy awaits me like a tiger.
My face dances at the bottom of this strange pond
Where two average fish swim like two pigeons
Shutting back and forth like two lovers under the bridge
It's captivating to look at you with a happy heart.
In the sparkle of your sweet and loving eyes
I see myself beaconed and drowning in a well of humor
Where two young turtles try to escape in vain
Forgetting that they are damned for an uncertain time.
Copyright © October 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
I still reach for you.
In the dark,
in the quiet,
in the spaces where your warmth
used to live.
My hand remembers.
It remembers your chest,
steady beneath my palm,
the heartbeat that guided me home.
It remembers the way you’d squeeze back
without words,
just to say you were there.
Now the sheets are cold.
The air feels wrong.
I move through rooms
that once held your laughter
and feel the silence pressing
against my ribs.
I thought love ended with anger,
with distance,
with choice.
But I never imagined
it could end
with absence.
They tell me you’re gone,
but my body refuses to believe it.
My hand keeps searching
for your hair,
your breath,
your touch -
finding nothing
but the echo of you
lingering like smoke.
How do I live in halves
when every part of me
was built to lean on you?
Where shall my hand rest now
that it can no longer rest on you?
I whisper your name
into the pillow
like a prayer no one answers.
The world keeps moving.
I stay still.
And in every small moment
between night and mourning,
I reach again
and find only air.
"My Favourite Blush"
You were the tint that met my cheeks,
a quiet warmth the world couldn’t see.
My favourite blush soft, sudden, sweet,
you painted my calm with rosy heat.
I wore you like a secret hue,
a touch that made the gray feel new.
Every smile had your shade in it,
every heartbeat, your colour's limit.
But pigments fade, and time will show,
even sunsets learn to let go.
Now my mirror knows my face again
bare, but brave; no stain of then.
Still, I find myself some nights,
pressing air like it holds your light
as if the emptiness could hush,
and give me back
just one more blush.
My favourite blush, you were never mine to keep,
just a tint that taught my heart to leap.
And though you’ve left, I still feel the rush
still trying to find a trace of you,
my favourite blush.
Stay, don’t go,
Not yet, let the night, stand still,
The heart still beats against its will.
A fleeting smile, a silent gaze,
Is all I need to set me ablaze.
Just walk on, smile once more,
And I’ll ask for nothing more.
©Chitra Arun
I wish to touch you,
Feel you with my eyes.
The warmth in your gaze alone is enough,
To light up a silence
That only I hear.
Your smile hides in my peace
Yet silence scare,
Fingers freeze on unanswered notes.
Now I’ve grown used to it
I still find you
In the spaces between the words.
And my heart whispers,
Let me just see you
Let me just hold you
Tightly
Quietly
In my arms,
Just long enough to remember
How it feels to belong!
©Chitra Arun
It’s been seven months since us, and it feels so strange,
You became someone new, such a heart-aching change.
Just a week after it all came to an end,
I lost the one I called my life, my bestest friend.
I don’t want to live as a memory’s part,
I want to begin again, to give someone my heart.
To find myself, to love again, to be free,
From the echo of what we used to be.
It hurts to look back a year ago,
When forever was a promise we swore to know.
Now I stand here, quiet, beneath the stars asking why,
Still learning to suffocate… until I die.
I adore
And you abhor
I love
And you loathe.
I love you forever
And you loathe me
Regardless of your demeanor
I will always show pity.
I love you with a passion
I adore you with devotion
Love is a panacea, a remedy.
I adore you and you abhor me
I love you and you loathe for no reasons and no grounds
Mind you, karma knows no seasons and no bounds
Copyright © October 2025 Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
When the heart feels low,
or the day feels too long,
just one warm cup of tea,
and you by me, that’s enough.
No revelries, no crowd,
just peace and a little quite ride.
your smile,
Your gentle touch,
my gaze,
Our heartbeats,
and tea by our side.
Always remember,
You share your laughter,
so share your pain too.
I’m here,
in every season,
for that one quiet cup of tea,
with you.
Always.!
©Chitra Arun
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flour dusts her apron
sunlight spills through windowpanes—
soft hands knead the dough
steam curls from the pot
her laughter stirs the broth's warmth—
scent of thyme and home
knife halts mid-paring,
her gaze drifts to fading light—
stillness fills the room
Pick up the phone, please
Don't leave too soon, I'm sorry
I am stuck on you
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