Regrets

They linger like ghosts

in dark corners,

behind the potted birds of paradise

decorating the corner of your study;

and even when the living room

is brightly lit by the sunlight

coming in through the picture window,

they sit silently on that worn lawson sofa –

gaunt, with blank eyes

that stare at the black and white abstract

you hung above the fireplace.

They keep you company in your empty kitchen

as you eat alone on your four-person dining table.

You see them standing in the corner

by the towel rack

when you look at yourself in the mirror after your bath.

And they blend in with the cold in your bedroom,

as you close your eyes tight

and bury yourself deeper

under the covers, hoping

they don’t visit you in your dreams.

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…