YOU LOVE ME, YES?

How adamant you are 

that

you don't love me!

How long will you say that?

There's longing in your eyes

My talents surprise

You hold your breath

Coming close to me is death

You wait by the door for hours -

pretending to count some absent stars

And everything that's pink

makes you smile and of me think

You helped me with the weeds

so i'd appreciate your good deeds

You walk a very long way -

a glimpse of me will make your day

You're floundering, lost for words -

all i said was 'lovely birds!'

You bike precariously downhill

making sure I can see you still...

And yet you say you don't love me

That I sing a mistaken strain?

If that's not love

then tell me -

what is love again?

IN THE DARK OF THE NIGHT

In the dark of the night

wrapped in a cozy blanket

my cup of tea

and a bite

watching stars and the Moon

serenity prevails like

music in my soul

and happiness is the smoke flying out of my cup

and happiness is the Quiet

and happiness is my soul at peace and at rest.

BABY CHILLIE PLANT

hello, i'm up, baby chillie plant

where am i?

what's this place?

wilt..

i need sunlight

wilt..

too much sunlight!

wilt..

water, please?

wilt..

too much water!

wilt..

thank you

i feel better

smile..

breeze! i like breeze!

smile..

too much breeze!

wilt..

i think i'm gonna die

wilt..

thank you for shifting the mud

smile..

i feel fine now

smile..

maybe i'll grow up after all...

AT THE END OF THE DAY

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At the end of the day

It wasn't the hour that mattered
It was your being there.
It wasn't the drink that mattered
It was the compatible silence.
It wasn't the view that mattered
It was your hand in mine.
It wasn't the world that mattered
It was your safety.
It wasn't the food that mattered
It was your taste.
It wasn't the dress I wore that mattered
It was that you liked it.
It wasn't the calls that mattered
It was your voice.
It wasn't the distance that mattered
It was your presence.
It wasn't the conversation that mattered
It was that we spoke.
It wasn't the working out that mattered
It was that we tried.
It wasn't the amount that mattered
It was that you cared.

LET’S TAKE THINGS FURTHER…

         

Storm lulled,
Passion spent,
In each others’ arms
Sated and content.

A lingering touch,
A gentle smile,
A soft word or two,
A lull awhile.

A soft drizzle,
A gentle breeze,
Prismic raindrops
On tips of leaves.

Love, now a drowsy, lulled security-
Safe and snug in the arms of eternity,
And as nocturnal Moon on it’s round now starts,

Frozen memories in the recesses of hearts...

CONVERSATION

A conversation remains on our lips

unsaid, unspoken

hesitant...

restrained...

afraid that it might 

surprise a tenderness  there

or shock an awareness here

slowly moving

to depths unknown

terrains unexplored

frightening in intensity

yet beckoning

in a hynotic gaze

that draws out the soul

deeper and deeper

and deeper....

till all is said.

warped mind

to be talking
when talking is over and done with
like beating down the beaten path
again and again...

my life is in a cubicle
i refuse to recognize a world beyond
every chink in the wall, i hurry to close.
and then i'm sitting, thinking how secure i am,
how insulated from the big bad world.
i finger my pens lovingly,
count the number of roses on my teacup
elaborately plan my cup of tea...
the event was when i stepped out to throw the waste
and saw this woman running...
i stood for a while watching her run.
i did not want to know the end of that story.
it provides me fodder for days.
perhaps she ran from an attack?
a harassing husband?
a lost child maybe?
had she lost her life?
was it the train she missed?

I build each story carefully
with my bricks of assumptions.
no, I do not want to know what happened....

I figure out the time by the length of the shadow on the floor
the hooting siren tells me it is 6 pm
time to get started on that ritual of going to bed...

glo