Stones

Making tea for two,
alone.

Tears mingling with the Earl of Grey,
desolate.

A heart shredded,
leaving only wasted murmurs, 
wasted breaths.

A soul hardened,
all alone.

A heart aching,
to beat.

The heart slips,
among scattered stones.

From: 
Afzal Moolla




ABOUT THE POET ~
Afzal Moolla was born in Delhi, India while his parents were in exile, fleeing Apartheid South Africa. , He then travelled wherever his parent's work took them and he still feels that he hasn't stopped travelling. , Afzal works and lives in Johannesburg, South Africa and shares his literary musings with his most strident critic - his 12 year old cat. 


Last updated January 05, 2018