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What day is it today?
A Monday, a Tuesday or a Friday?
I no longer feel the days go by.
The week, feeling like an eternal blur.
The weekend came and I didn't know.
The clock stopped striking
And the sun, forever glowed.
The koel coos,
Perched on the mango tree.
Leaves rustling
Ever so softly.
What day is it today?
I have lost count. 
I no longer know.
I no longer know...

  - Robes of a Muse

The Poor Family of Four

It was curfew again.

The tenth day in a row. 

Food was fast dwindling,

Savings he had naught. 

Cabbages and pumpkins,

Some rice on the shelf too.

What to eat tomorrow, 

Was on his thoughts more.

Wife and children he had to feed,

Job was no longer a hope. 

This Corona came 

and messed his world

Just as it became heavily pearled.

He looked at the starry sky

Questioned the gods above

Why are they doing this to him,

His poor family of four. 

    - Robes of a Muse 

Her Grief

It happened again.
Softly she weeped,
behind the lace curtain. 
He slowed peeped,
Shifting the curtain slightly.
Mother on the bed laid.
Curled.
She was crying again,
with grief engulfed.
Her body quivering with every sob,
Like a bus over an ill-paved road. 
She sobbed. 
This is what he remembered,
as he reminisced. 
His mother in grief. 

  - Robes of a Muse 

The Attack

I crumbled.
The Shangri-La had been attacked,
I heard.

I pictured us,
Seated near that window seat,
Staring into each other's eyes,
As the golden hues of the sun 
set over the Indian Ocean blues. 

A part of me broke.
No one I knew was injured.
But the memory of the location,
that table, the place, of you...
It was ominous,
Symbolised where we were.
Apart. 

I was in turmoil,
Whether to contact you. 
I cried within,
Reminiscing that evening. 
A fire went out somewhere,
With that attack on April 21st,
and little did I realise,
It was within. 

      - Robes of a Muse

With Love

What do you do when you miss someone? 

Do you let your thoughts wander, 

Your feelings flow

Or let your eyes speak the words

You are reluctant to speak? 

How do you come to terms

With not being close to someone?

When their presence is what you yearn for

And their warmth your hearth.

When do you come to terms

With not being around your loved one? 

Is it through distance,

Or not having a piece of their love? 

What do you do when you miss someone? 

Tell me if you have a remedy, 

For my heart bleeds with love, 

And I dare not express these feelings of enormity. 

        - Robes of a Muse