I stood there patiently,
To see the idol in red
Along with me waited a thousand
Until their feet bled…
Wishes and dreams they never have an end,
To get one granted I waited there myself.
Folks from everywhere came to see,
The deity, that blesses selflessly.
Adults, children, infants and old
Delayed my visit to the divine soul.
Among this crowd, a voice I heard.
Sweet and melodious like the cuckoo bird.
I tried to get a glimpse, of that sound
When what I saw got me astound.
An angel in pink, with eyes so brown.
Hair like midnight and face serene
Giggling and laughing she stood with her mom,
Playing with her shadow, she moved round and round.
Her innocence so delicate, just like snow.
Her smile, so cheerful she would make a dreamboat.
Anyone who seemed erupt and raged,
Would get a glance and feel calm like a sage.
Like the scales of a rattle snake we lined.
Slowly yet steadily towards the sacred shrine
Long and restless, like the wind we moved.
The doll came closer to where I stood.
Infants were crying and the old got tired.
Mothers were trying their best to keep calm
We were in a temple, I wondered why the alarm?
Men perspired and their phones kept ringing
Impatient they became as the wind stopped ruffling.
All this happened around that princess
She was still calm and smiling instead.
She looked around to see other kids cry
Then she saw me and waved hi.
I wanted to carry her; that little child
Her face was imprinted on my mind,
I was sure she would be lighter than air,
I admired her for the way she stared.
Wonder if she knew where she was,
Wonder where she got her patience from
Wonder when my time would come
When suddenly I realized the temple bells rung.
The queue moved faster as people barged in
The crowd got disorganized and broke the line
I pushed too and stood on my toes
With my hands joined, and my neck stretched
I tried hard to see; the divinity.
Just then next to me I felt
Something; a gentle touch I guess
I turned to see who it was
To my enchantment, there she was…
That darling stood just beside me
Carried by her mother facing the lord.
I forgot for that moment where I was
For next to me was the angel from above.
Her sparkling brown eyes kept me stunned
Her exquisite smile, oh lord I wish I was a guy!
He face so beautifully crafted not a single flaw…
She was best work of the heavens that I ever saw.
I touched her tiny hands so pink.
She smiled; I tried to get her to speak
Just when, her mother turned to me and said
“My baby; she is unsounded from birth.”
Startled I stared at that mother’s face
I could see droplets flood her almond eyes
“I heard her voice so sweet just now” (I mumbled)
“She only, just makes noise” (and passed by…)
I leered again at that child
Wondered; how could the lord be so unkind…?
Just then it struck me why I was there
I ogled again at the idol in red
With so many questions that ran in my head.
I realized then my wish was lame.
I shut my eyes and prayed with faith,
“Dear lord; take away this cruel bane
And give her a life that she would want to live,
again… and again… “
Nothing special left to say
but got a hundred thousand words
A hundred thousand fireflies
caged up behind the teeth
Quite a mouthful--Quit your shiver-
-ing and open up to speak
If they should listen, this time
Brand new words will greet their faces,
reinforcing fond embraces with fresh breath
and--any luck--a brace of good advice
1) Come around more often.
We care and you forget
Fast as years careen these days
the months and weeks can get
Deepen lines on once-young faces--
So come around
2) Stay in lofty spirits
And surrender late debts
List off last year's enemies
Rip out that page and let
your clothes dry
Feet first if you want to; why not?
But do the diving.
If not then mouth will open
a hundred thousand sparking points
Released into the night to no one's
sight or understanding
Noncommittal? Cop to mirrors
Reflection fades out grey to white
Thickly fogging breaths will empty
out a chest and tile the night air
Wield an ashy look and when lakes
freeze over, find a way across
to shining shores
the water's span, a world away.
My heart shall dream,
a dream bigger than yore mind's
each day and each night,
unlike nocturnal thine's.
i would let it fly
over frames and lines,
while you would be dragged
under names all divine.
i have no god,
but i harbor a soul.
it speaks to me,
and I tell it things mine.
On certain days,
It’s ok to feel invincible,
When the snow swirls like silver flakes,
And the flickering overhead lights
Reflect against the icy footprints left behind.
On these days,
Which are far and few, I might add,
You may think what you will,
Without the fear of persecution or adversity
Anything forgotten may be remembered.
But on these days,
Be warned that you stay in your head,
Omnipotent feelings do not like to be contained,
They force you to speak the unspoken,
To act out on those undeserving.
At the end of these days,
When the lights power down,
When the snow litters the ground,
You can walk away,
Feeling a little more absolute.
do not muse yourself with ideas that i no longer think of you
do not muse yourself with ideas that i do
the boys i kiss don't taste like you,
the boys i kiss don't feel you
the boys i kiss do not take me upstairs
i realize i spend time staring at one who mimics you
only sightly though,
do not dream that this is harder on me than you
nor that this is harder on you than me
i know i am an absence in your bed,
at your dinner table,
in the curve of your body when you lie on your side
do not worry, i am not dreaming of you
do not worry, i am dreaming of you
i do not want you,
i will want you.