China wine

The first sip of cinnamon tea
after a cold shower on a Sunday morning
reminds me of lips travelled afar,
miles and miles from pressing against mine.
I shall now again relive a reminisce
sipping jaggery dipped chamomile.

And so, playing with the ghost of your kisses
residing in my cups of tea, I taste your China wine.

Neal Ym (Phalguni Y)
October 10, 2016

A love’s afterlife

As she leaves
And as the mind stares
At each step she takes
I wish something new would play
In the hall of souls
Let’s watch something new
Let this tragedy end
A rom-com perhaps!
City’s not stealing away any footsteps
And so back to the quiet life
Is this something new —
Drinking tea on a weekend

Neal Ym (Phalguni Y)
August 9, 2014

A poet’s story never ends

She was wise enough to not trust a poet.
He was foolish enough to act like one.
She left words as a parting gift.
Two words. Take care.

The poet could never open the gift.
He now roams weaving lies from words.
He throws them into the hearts of women.
He then leaves as soon as a poem is written.

Neal Ym (Phalguni Y)
April 7, 2017