i’m afraid

i’m scared that i’ll wake up somedayand forget what it wasto feel so deeply.i’m scared that i’ll wake up,with no way out.i’m scared that i’ll wake up,to an empty table,empty heart,i’m scared i’ll wake up someday,broken and apart.i’m scared that i’ll wake up, sinking in my deep.the night is cold against my skin.i’m scared i’ll…

Everyday’s Christmas!

Stars twinkle brightly,Emitting Christmas lights,Glowworms glow like candle flames,Setting scenes of delight. All the trees that proudly stand,Rooted to the ground,Need no glass but just the leaves,For beauty to be bound. Stockings need not to be checked,For life’s a gift right away,And everybody we come across,Is Santa anyway. Some might gift us memories,Some might gift…

The stream

A broken heart,Bleeds tears.But it’s thoseUnder her eyes,That fascinate meThe most.How they crashOnto her skinFrom the oceanOf her eyes.Raindrops,From the stormsWithin her.How they glistenLike a streamIn the fall.Only a stream:Is full of water.Her tears:Full of words.Words:That weave poetry,As they trickle.Down her chin.Into the etchings,Of my palms. © Shanyu Bihani 2020 This is a follow-up poem…

Blind threads- an Ekphrasis

No, don’t you try to unravel the inhabitant of my skull. Don’t you try to untangle this mess, this tumult, this brouhaha I call myself. Because I shall always be intertwined, lest live like hanging threads.