Lost & Found

I don't want to write
for anyone, but for myself.
That is why I always wrote.
But then I stopped writing
I lost words to speak my truth
And my trust
My truth was lost.
My trust was lost.
My words were lost.
But I knew the truth
And my work.
I knew the right and the wrong.

I did not speak.

I was listening.
I was learning.
And when I did not find logic
I found fun.
I found logic, explained and unexplained.
I found myself.

© Written by Garima Mahajan

Their dependency

She lends her pen

to those thoughts

They flow in her solitary.

She doesn't know yet

his thoughts are her words

and she is his poetry.

© Written by Garima Mahajan

That unsung song

That something in his eyes
That pierced through her soul
That pleaded, and she accepted.

That something in his eyes
That goes beyond words
That want understanding, and she tries to.

And sometimes when they spoke
Exchanged words and worlds
They live in different worlds now
He has a living to make
He can not afford the luxury of her poetry.

So while he is busy making a living
That something in his eyes
Still haunts her frantically
The acceptance, the understanding
And most of all- that unsung song.


© Written by Garima Mahajan