Warmth

 Something warm to hold onto

When it’s spring yet feels like 32

I wish right now, your warm hands were glued to mine 

Unfortunately, for now, it’s the P.O.D cappuccino that has to do. 

The bright and blaring sun is a sham,

My lips, nose tip, and fingers are numb,

The chill is making me feel smaller than I am,

Well, in reality, thinking I am something without you is dumb.

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I envy the air that's kissing your breath

and brushing your skin, this very moment

Probably giving you a tickle as you go about your day,

I resent the puddle being splashed by your boots,

What good did it do be much near you,

to come about your way?

 It had to be me instead. 

Deep, under the layers, where my heart lies,

Every time it misses your warm touch, it dies,

I loath how emptiness fills me with life,

And, Yes I am guilty if 

Missing you is a crime.

I doubt that I shall feel hot this summer,

The sun's spitting heat is incapable of thawing 

My freezing soul.

It would melt into a vast ocean instantly,

If only the sun were to be you.

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Someone warm to hold onto 

When it’s spring yet feels like 34

I'm pushing the sidewalk behind me with every step,

I don't want to do it on my own anymore.

Yet as I drift

I wonder if they notice the spark in my eyes,

When my mind is flooding with the thought of your smile,

And your gentle loving words that made me feel warm

For the first time

And I wonder if you can hear me 

Whisper, " I love you,"

All the way, across hundreds of miles. 

~ Kripa Sarkar

Unsent letter

Should I write a letter that

I shall never post?

A few words that

No doubt would not be enough

To explain to what extent I crave to experience

Boundlessness and you.

A letter I wish you’d read at night

When I will be asleep.

A letter with questions that you will

Answer in my dreams.

Am I even supposed to call it a letter?

Does that word even make any sense?

Does any of this make any sense at all?

Does it?

Huh?

I can’t keep asking questions to space,

It is as much full as it’s empty that

I can sense all my questions disappearing into nothingness.

Unreflective it is.

Unresponsive it is.

Yet it holds the answers to every question that’s ever been asked

And all the questions that will ever be?

But how shall I listen to what silence has to say?

Who would I send my letter to- if I will never know your address?

So I will never post my letter,

Just let it sit inside an envelope that way.

And I will keep it glued to my chest every night I sleep.

What if you were to come and read it secretly?

I must be awake when in my heart you will peek,

To bless me with all that I truly seek.

~ Kripa Sarkar

149 Days

 I’m not okay.

I need you.

I need you like my lungs need air

And like my heart needs to pump blood,

Like the rainbow needs color 

And the roots need earth.

I need you.

I need you like the sky needs the stars

And like airplanes need their empennage.

I need you like a clock needs time,

I need you like rain needs water,

I need you like poems need to rhyme,

I need you because you're all mine.

I need you like day needs light,

I need you darkness needs night

I need you like a novel needs words,

I need you for my head to rest on your shoulders.

I need you.

I need you 'cause your absence- it hurts

So to exist,

I need you...

today, tomorrow and forever.

~Kripa Sarkar