I am not here
I don’t exist
I was though
I lived
One moment
And Poof

Dust to dust
Tracks and Stain
Wipe me clean
Call the Rain

Dreams and Sorrow
Smiles to give
Share it with another
I am not here

I was though.

Uma Iyer is a writer, a mother and a freelance consultant for marketing communication to several organisations. She was raised in Mumbai and currently lives in Delhi. Her retirement plan includes two dogs, many books and a shack by the sea.