08.01.12

words are hard to come by these days…
i wring my mind for even a phrase, to no avail…
i’m like a stream…dried out and parched
waiting for rain to water the veins
that fuel this repertoire of sorts…
i am drained…emotionally…
exhausted…where could my muse be?

 

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On Being Human

selfishness is intrinsic…
a character weaved
into the fibers of our being…
we are human…we feel…
intense…immense emotions…
which cause us
to fall apart…slowly…
from within and without..
in the shadows of our
innermost
thoughts and desires…
in the symmetry of our pain…
in the beauty of our sadness…

and

when change creeps in
to rock our calm…
disrupting the harmony
we’ve built…
perturbing the particles
of this emulsion
that is our comfort zone…
breaking the patterns
we’ve created…
we are left disoriented for a while…
lost in the ensuing change…
we are left jaded…
aloof to what remains good…
and the scent of
our humanity give away
our imperfection…
our weakness…
like the fragrance wafting
from alabaster jars of
perfume…
and we break…
like the inevitable fate
of falling apples…

Chapter 3. Falling

so i fell…

like leaves during autumn…
swaying slowly with
the constant pull of gravity…

like snowflakes from clouds
on the first day of winter…
landing gently against
the soft earth…

like sunbeams shedding
light as they peek
from the clouds after
a storm…

like delicate feathers…
as if cascading
with the cadence of
a summer breeze…

Contemplation

I wonder what color loneliness has…
gray perhaps…like gloomy weather…
I wonder whether if its texture
is like sand…rough and grainy…
i guess loneliness is more like
the waves that comes crashing onto
the shore…endless…

I wonder what color pain is…
red perhaps…like the flame…it burns…
I wonder if it tastes like rain
and saltwater…or if it’s sound
is like the humming silence
one hears in an empty room…

I wonder if independence
and freedom always equates
to leaving someone behind…
to heartbreaks…

I wonder if you ever tried
to listen for my heartbreak
while I sat weeping…
and you contemplated
on how best to leave me…

I wish to be nameless…
faceless…anonymous…
I wish to go
where nobody knows me…
my name..or my past…

where present is only a concept
and time winds and bends
according to one’s will…

where memories
can be taken out like
photographs…to be sorted…
filed…and discarded accordingly…

but alas, such a place
does not exist…
and i am left to confront
reality…
perhaps in dreams?
or Alice’s Wonderland?
or maybe in death?

Rhyme

spam and jam, they rhyme
like Scarborough Fair’s rosemary and thyme…
peanut butter and jelly…
violins, cellos, and ukulele…
violets, roses and daisies…
life..death and other funny stories…
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday…
sing to me while i lay
closing my eyes to the world
and all things mundane and absurd…
hands and palms and fingertips,
tongue and cheek and cherry lips…
kiss me…touch me…hurt me…
play me…love me
like you did – like you meant it…
blind me with your lies while i sit
silently…weeping…broken and dying
like a lost child cowering…
take my hand…hold me…
brush me off like dust…forget me
like your promises…consider me –
a bad memory…breathe me out; take her in – selfishly
like the freedom you craved – away from me…

The Tumbleweed (for FWF)

The Prompt:

Once upon a time
there was a tumbleweed
who tumbled along with
the desert wind…
hitchhiking with his suitcase…
uncaring where the wind’s direction blew…

Everyday it simply rolled
and tumbled
along desert sands
and arid landscapes…
passingĀ  cacti and lizards,
rattlesnakes and spiders
barely pausing…
only time enough to say “hi”
and “goodbye”…then

One day, while the sun
was at its peak…casting
the shortest shadow
mr. tumbleweed came upon
an oasis…with lush desert
trees and a spring…
the wind said “goodbye”
and blew itself away thinking
that the tumbleweed had
finally reached its destination…
but sadly what mr. tumbleweed
thought an oasis
was simply a mirage…

Because of that
mr. tumbleweed grew sad…
and dreary…feeling alone
in the vast ocean of a desert
where the wind dropped him off…
his old friend mr. hawk
saw him brooding…imobile…
swooped down and scooped him
on his beak…
mr. tumbleweed
no longer tumbled along
but soared in the air…

Because of that,
mr. tumbleweed saw
the vastness of the desert
he once tumbled along…
it was a high in his otherwise
dull tumbling along…
mr. tumbleweed gained
a new perspective…

Until finally, mr. Hawk
eyed the right spot for his friend…
he aimed and let go of
mr. tumbleweed…
landing softly
near a desert stream…
where he rested
and fulfilled his purpose…

 

Chapter 2. Open Book

“I’m an open book” He said…
“An Open Book” I repeated…
in the short period we’ve spent
in that cafe it’s become
quite a habit –
this repetition of responses…

“What you see is what you get”

he said with a playful smile…
his eyes showing delight…

“ask me anything and i shall
give you an honest answer”

in my mind a flood of questions
but all i came up with was

“why me?”

bowing my head in embarrassment
after the words left my mouth…
i was being insecure…
he put his coffee cup aside,
leaned on his elbow
and answered

“Because your eyes tell me
so many things which
you wouldn’t say otherwise…
and when you smile, you glow…
and the sadness and the pain
you try so hard to conceal
are as beautiful as you are…

Your quiet demeanor tell me
of your strength…
and the reservation in your touch
tell me of your gentleness
and just how much
you can love someone…”

I just stared at him…not sure
whether to believe a word he said…
he paused and looked at me
intently…

“You are an open book
and your pages have captivated
me to keep reading”

I lowered my eyes then looked away
biting my lower lip
to keep from crying…I mustered a smile
and asked him

“Do I wear my heart
out on my sleeve? so much so
that you are able to describe
me in such a way…
I thought I’ve kept perfect
composure in front of everyone.”

He smiled and answered gently –
almost like a parent coddling a child…

“Yes you have…but you haven’t
fooled me because
I see You..”

Then he reached out and
wiped away the tear which had
managed to escape my efforts…

“You shouldn’t cry…your tears
are too precious.”

And at that moment i started to fall…

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