Radhika's poems

Gone, gone with the wind as they say
With them goes another piece, 

a piece of the puzzle that completes my memories

I search; restlessly at first for those smiles, 

for those words of praise that will no longer come my way
Never before have the sands of time seemed to run so quick
As the strands woven into my tapestry slowly come undone, 

they leave me
With only the mirror as proof of the years passed by

To think that I am part of someone else’s puzzle, 

a piece that so far only some have found
With many more years and memories to make 

sometimes I wonder
Who will miss my piece when I go far away?
Will I be missed at all? Or will I simply be
Gone, gone with the wind as they say...

I live on.

I thought coming home would be for the best
Staying in bed all day and getting some rest
But now I am afraid of what sleep will bring -
Flashes of foes and friends with arms in a sling..

Will I ever forget the faces
of those asleep forever
No I won’t, never

As I close my eyes, the death rattle of guns begins
How long will it take
for the blood from the wounds to rinse
Sleep brings memories
as dark as the night sky
Sometimes I ask myself why did I make this choice, why?

My heart is crying
As to let slip from my mind
all those bitter memories....
I am trying

Yet as I wake, terror and sweat disfigure my face
All I know is that I’ve lost the race -
Remember , I was not meant to have lived -
Despite all the odds though I have survived….