How Do I Tell You Ma?

Ma, You say psychology was your favourite subject. Then why is that you fail to understand me? You ask me “What problems can you possibly have? You’re only seventeen” But how do I tell you Ma? How do I tell you about the high-functioning depression that I am a victim of? How do I tell…

Careless

For years, we smelled smoke. The facade was on fire, still measurements went un-taken. Flames carelessly set by those who ignited lives as if humans were candles. The bent spoons and broken bowls courted cracked cups? Many lessons floated yet the education was swatted away like a pest-of-an-insect near a cupcake of coveted ignorance. The…

I Will Stop Loving You

  When the sun doesn’t shine And dreams are no longer mine When hopes run out And volcanoes no longer shout When all the oceans become dry And you count all the stars in the sky When all the trees’ leaves wither And the earth has only one weather When deserts blossom and flower And…

How To Stay Alive

For myself and perhaps for some others it is all about watching, no, admiring the crystalline examples of intelligence found at times in the shade on a far-too-hot afternoon, those winged ones I share this staying-alive thing with flutter about seeking the perfect branch, no, stone, or blade of grass, to land on, knowing then…

Nightscape

Fog horns sound though air soaked in blackness. All evening long listening to hiss of trucks, cars.   Shadows brush across walls as trees trace their branches. Gathering and waving together then swaying apart.   While I sleep, stars glide through heaven making their appointed rounds in ancient sacred procession.   Dreams as smooth as…

Unkn(own)

I’ve been to far off places, Not one of them were as queer as you. You’re like a strategy dug so deep, I sense sadness when I hold you Melancholy, at the rim of your throat; Like a place I’ve not known. The words pouring out of your mouth When you speak, How you call…

Nightscape

  Fog horns sound though air soaked in blackness. All evening long listening to hiss of trucks, cars.   Shadows brush across walls as trees trace their branches. Gathering and waving together then swaying apart.   While I sleep, stars glide through heaven making their appointed rounds in ancient sacred procession.   Dreams as smooth…

The Dark Keys

I have the piano keys, Printed on my body. Black and white, Dull and bright. At some points, Notes are the darkest. At others, Just an unheard sigh. The darkest ones, Took the most beating. Play these together, To hear a melodious cry. The rhyming of words, Got lost in hiccups. All I remember, Is…

Winter Warriors

I have examined the night sky. Seen appear the moon, stars, and meteors. During winter’s freeze, Orion, lost in Crete, stands tall, his belt tight, against his waist, hosting the seven sisters , glowing, – Pleiades, bright. And to the North we view Perseus, holding Medusa’s head. Taurus, the heavenly bull shines out.    …

The Fire

  In the cooling air of the lingering dusk, the flames from the fire-pit clawed higher The steps to the wood-rack, heavy and slow, retrieving more fuel for the pyre Each log, as it’s placed, sends bright sparks in the air, chasing tendrils of wispy grey streaks Glowing coals painting pictures within the mind’s eye,…

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