Finally, I Hear

Finally, I heard you speak;

as if a thousand years

of silence filled with

endless moments of self doubt

and dilemma broke

I woke up this morning

with a discomfort in my body

but with immeasurable

waves of happiness-like

feeling within me; it seemed

nothing or no one can break

the spell: the words I heard

from you in a voice that

spoke with affection and trust,

which seemed to build a wall

around me, within which

I can only prosper

and grow unhindered

Text and Pictures: Sanchita C 2013

Us in these Days

The mask is

gradually slipping

from sainthood,

a shadow slowly moving

over wisdom

We are not

the people I thought

we were;

the days are not

the ones I thought

they would be

Hours are almost full,

fine waves of artistry

impregnate seconds of doubt

which empty itself

to give way to longing

© Sanchita C Text and Sketch