With You Gone

With You Gone

With you gone,
My eyes still see
My legs still move
My hair still grows
But my heart, it’s numb.

With you gone,
My ears still hear
My knees still bend
My hands still touch
But my heart, it stops.

The flowers will grow
The seasons will change
But with you gone
My heart is estranged.

The sun will rise
The sun will set.
But you are gone
And I cannot forget.

She was like Music #Poetry

She was like Music #Poetry

She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.


Potty Break

Sitting in a public restroom
on a toilet, Wondering and
Listening as people come and go
Without the strength to get up.

© 2018. Vishal Dutia. All Rights Reserved.

No healers, All wounded #Poetry


She sits and cries,
She cries and waits,
She waits for someone,
Someone to help,
But no one comes
No one helps,
She waits as she cries
She cries as she sits
Next to a boy
Who sits and cries.