I have little bits of souls in me.
A last goodbye
A stolen kiss
A deluge of emotions
Of a pining lover
A brother’s wishes
A mother’s prayers
A son’s reassurances
A daughter’s love
A grand pa’s stories
A grand child’s wishes
A bit of a brand new soul
A whiff of a soul departed.
~Geetanjali Joshi
(Picture: Courtesy Thiru)
The wrinkled face
Held many stories
Dozens hidden under each soft fold
Some which I had heard
Some which were never told.
The strong hands
Once had helped me walk
As I sometimes stumbled
The palms are now a story in themselves
On soft yellow paper crumpled.
The eyes, tired
with time and age
still smile but barely see
The eyes that used to smile
dreaming up dreams for me.
I bury my head deep
Deep in the lap of time
She gently strokes my head
In that quiet gentle corner
I found my world instead.
~ Geetanjali Joshi
(Picture: Courtesy Thiru)
Pulp Fiction 