Friday, 22 June 2018

Peace treaty


If I voice all my desires for you-
If I force open my clenched fists,
Unfurl my toes,
Shake open my set jaw,
Unconstrict my heart-

Will I be free of them?
Will your weeping ghost
Curled inside me like a foetus
Then finally find peace
And leave?

Before it does, will it remember
To put everything back
Where it was
So there are no empty spaces, no vacancies left?

First published in New Reader Magazine, June 2018.




4 comments:

indu chhibber said...

Put everything back?Not possible.Such is life.
But your poem is great.

ankita said...

You're right, Indu, some changes are irreversible. Thanks for reading.

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