Shall I bend or break...

That is the question. I am like a word that has been overused.
What is
mother?
sister?
friend?
comrade?
What did you purchase in exchange for your humanity?

Last zero

She has set bottle
upon the sea
and left the shore.

She has gone back
to the market place
and sits on a mat.

She waits
knowing
he will never come.

#13

Time—
measured by how long it takes the wound to heal
and day—
night's waiting room

I have forgotten everything
but the echo of your name
reverberating like a bell that has ceased to toll

#19


There are no voices here.
They are gone.
Swept away.
Dissolved by silence.
Lost—
there is only the beach.
There is only surrender
to the repeating wave.
Tonight the sea is in retreat
and black as the space
in which the world floats.




asha

11

Death will carry me when I am tired.
Who else can do as well?
Baring me above outstretched arms
She will carry me to my Lover's bower.

........................................................asha