Lost in paradise

Waiting for sleep,
I keep awake.
Long hours of open
eyes bring hunger
of a kind that I left
in the Savannas
sometime back.
The hungry cheetah
moves in town among
poachers with fangs,
as its nails slip on
the polished concrete
road, leading to an
unknown watering hole.

Indelible

Dust laden streets
cannot hide you,
and you remain as
an etched face on
its thin layer, dry
and constantly changing
in the summer breeze.
Rain cannot wash you
too, as you dance on
the rippled portrait painted
on my soaked courtyard.
Spring brings out your
latent aura through
its blooming colors
just as always,
reminding me to breath,
Lest I die
in trying to be alive
without you.

Wait- Selected poems of Jess Dhar

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For my readers

My dear readers,
The contents of this site has been removed from here, as they are being published at amazon.com as a Kindle Book.

I will post the link for the book here, in the next few days.

Thank you and love you all.

Jess Dhar