Waves destroyed my sandcastle day before
Carefully constructed yet flimsy -
Bricks of Love I had not laid in place.
I know now I love the ocean and the waves
more than I do my sandcastle.
Did not cry that it was gone -
Did not look back.
Dancing waves beckon -
The crossover is gentle, silent,
and seamless
From beach to ocean.
Gentle waves lapping
On a placid day of morning Sunshine
And cool breeze.
At peace at last, and
one with the Blue.
They were there a long time
in folders
my poets and writers
their work, their lives, their thoughts
and when I'd done compiling and thanking
I deleted them, the folders
to add new ones
but then, I had forgotten a detail
and I clicked Control plus Z, the reverse shortcut keys
and there they were back again
in folders
my poets and writers
their works, their lives, their thoughts
How I wish there were some reverse shortcut keys
to bring back
all the loved ones I've lost.
Watching traffic outside our apartments is like watching life. I see them come with great confidence and speed and bright lights. I know there are two speed breakers there, and I can see them slow down, literally stop and go over these, then they're travelling...but not fast anymore. They're slower, more careful, almost floundering when they draw closer to our gates. Beyond our gates, to the right, is the main road and I know they'll pick up speed once they reach there and turn a corner....
My ink is different
when it dries there will not be invisible messages
the space I occupied will be
just as blank as before I was born
for I've chosen to forgive all
And to do that
I've chosen to erase my memories
how can I have written anything at all on my slate
when by forgiving time erased itself?
you never hurt me
And I never lived.
Pink flowers that can never in my garden grow
so wild and with such joyous abandon
He looks over her shoulders at the pretty girl on the platform while
his arms are still around her and perfunctorily smiling
at the something silly she's saying, laughing at "I don't know what she said"
she looks up at him adoringly in a relationship never meant to be
The train moves on...
We closed account long back, didn't we
when we moved our different ways
or just that maybe skills were lacking then to say
I love you
I want to be with you
What has life taught us since then?
Some better communication skills?
Pronunciations, prepositions...
and a travesty of lies
that if you lace it all back to back
and one by one
lead right back to where it all started
with us still unable to voice our thoughts
with us still waiting.
I wish Love would conform
to its definition
of being the most gentle of emotions
of being unconditional, unselfish
understanding, giving
patient and kind
instead of the way
it seeks revenge, competes
desires...lusts
fights, scratches
keeps score and scorns
but all Love seems to know
and say
is no matter what
its here to stay
Not around the periphery of my womb
nor around the circumference of my heart -
fusing the hemispheres of my brain
so they function as on
with only one thought.
Across the skies and oceans and streams and mountains and deserts and the Universe...and beyond
even permeating the sanctum sanctorum of my innermost self
I never drew boundaries that would not let you in,
and yet
Today I stand
holding on to a tiny straw
with fear lest even that tiny little window of hope
that you have left me holding on to so tight
be taken away.
As I grow older
I am more empathetic
towards my own soul
for years I have let her bear
the brunt of my living
bearing her down and demanding
she put up with vile and disrespect
be taken for granted
trampled upon
and passed over
But now, as I grow older
she is all that matters
ensconced within me my soul
childlike, pure and sacred
do not fly away yet
Life is not done.
Foam in every wave
so measured...rising high
Aiming for the shore
in smooth descent
Everlasting music of the waves
reaching my feet
As I wait with bated breath
welcoming the touch of cool water
Waves, take away my miseries with you
when you recede to the horizon
And leave my Spirit renewed.
It's a stereotype
that I sit under blue
and you under pink
would you like to switch?
'cause sometimes,
I like me some pink twilight.
The stereotype is broken
when you defined it so
and now, I'm okay with pink
so long as it's just that
and not my gender
'cause sometimes
I like me some blue sky.
