Vera Sidhwa Poems
Death Is My Friend
Death is my friend.
We lie together on the ocean blown sand.
He is my gentle guide and saint.
He's rocked in my arms, and burrowed in my heart.
I found him playing in my crade, when I was just born.
Death is so loved by me,
Even his non-living ways.
As living as I may be,
Death has seen life and death.
Because I have death glam,
My friend looks sweet.
I lie underneath the apple tree with a heart beating
With one whose heartbeat doesn't exist.
But now I must stand up and leave him be,
So I walk in the opposite ...
Pink And Yellow Flowers
Pink and yellow flowers spoke of my life's glory days.
Yellow and pink edged the garden which
Filled my eyes with colors.
The sinking sun though, that sun whose late evening hue,
Bothered my soul and as it sank, so did I.
The aches of my recent past, the slide show that went fast,
Witnessed that happiness could not last.