The barometer is dropping, skies filled with scudding clouds Which gather into towers, bottoms dark as funeral shrouds Winds, that once were calm, now cause the flags to stand out straight And whip the water into waves with faces dark as slate. The smell of dampened pavement, on the breeze, precedes the rain Then one…
Withering Red Rose
I was a fine red rose with roots not so deep and thorns not so sharp, built of store-bought seeds and the water that the hose would feed. I was not tendered and I was delicate. When winter would come, I would freeze for all that I lacked, And I would become a withering rose….
Digging up feelings for a non living thing.
All the other things breathe, All the other things speak. There are quite a few, A few millions. Which can neither talk, Nor think. I highly doubt if they can think. I’ve always been amazed at my crayons, The colours in them. How they shout out “colour me next” And I’m always…
The Traveller
All throughout shrewd sea winds courted us Gangs of raucous avians swim through the rain Loud aching cries of pain echo As the luminous sea fog erodes in skeins With the rising of watery suns Bluntly formless stone beasts rise narrow lights slice A low sepulchral moan stains the silence of the…
Holding back
Caught me by my wrist, held it tight, a halt from climbing up those stairs, that felt like eternity. Watched me stand and stare, as everyone walked ahead of me, looking at me pitifully, and then snickering later on. One day, I stood up, fought for myself, and you let go, but it was too…
Staring at the Sun
The sun will purify my sight. My eyes will be like falling stars. The blue of the sky will be white. The palm trees will disappear. My eyes will mirror the darkness. I won’t contemplate sunsets. I will look good in dark sunglasses. The orange sun will go down. The moon will go down as…
The Feathered Friend
The tethered broken Winged Hawk Perched in my ashen Soul, Tired of being enslaved In the heart of laden. When the unicorn sings the tune of peace, the feathered friend pretends To have the wings of falcon’s. Flying high with a loud shriek pursing for the summer clouds. When the golden orbs With…
I am the war she talks about
We don’t talk about our dark days. Of all earth’s lush night plant life, you choose to call the girl with war in her mouth and bullets for dialect by a flower’s name. I am your love language with petals for scars and sprouts for self healing skin, I come to you fragrant, and in…
Say Her Name Also
Say her name Burned to death for speaking out Placing seeds of doubt Telling it like it is Say her name Burned alive for speaking her mind She lives among you The silenced and ostracised We decry the burning of one The stinking rotting flesh Oh her pain Her dear body oh the pain Sister…
The Largest Hands on Earth
If I possessed the largest hands on earth I would cup the sea in each hand and I would take a great gulp. All the fires in my heart would be extinguished. I would like to think the largest hands on earth could take the high and low waves and make one enormous wave out…