ON THE QUAY OF FAREWELL

On the quay of farewell,

In a covetous embrace

You gave me your heart;

On the quay of farewell,

You wiped my tears with your lips,

You offered me your eyes;

On the quay of farewell,

You spoke to me about your suffering,

You wanted my mouth to feel your fading breath;

On the quay of farewell,

You wanted me to remember your desires,

Your thirst and your hunger in-satiate;

On the quay of farewell,

You fumbled for the tenderness and sweetness that are in me,

That you will never find in another;

On the quay of farewell,

You hugged me tight in your arms,

You wanted to keep me forever;

On the quay of farewell,

Heavy as a winter coat,

The separation bent you into two

And,

You shouted my name ‘Ani!’

Anita Bacha

http://poetryofanitabacha.com/

 

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THE CRYING SLIPPERS

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THE CRYING SLIPPERS

Disconsolate

My legs weak and trembling

I wake up at the break of dawn

The cigarette butts in the ashtray

The lingering stench of marijuana

Laced with the scent of Indian perfumed oil

My wits are missing you

My feet slid sloppily in the slippers

The bunny rabbits offered to you last Easter

I stifle a cry of joy

You have come back, I rejoice

Alas! No!

Forgotten

Left behind clumsily

In front of our wedding bed

The slippers are cold and wet

The slippers are crying

Howling your brutal departure

Bare footed

Your rush to catch the first boat

Away from me

Away from reality

The crying slippers add to my grief

 To the great void in my life

I cannot manage to fill

Void

Emptiness

My heart is in my flames

Put off the fire

Settle the scores

The crying slippers will join

Your razor, tooth-brush, clothes

In the thrash for sure

Alas! My wits are missing you

Anita Bacha

(London April 2015)