Tears of laughter
Veil tears of frustration
On taboos and tragedies
And dying loved ones
This is not where the
Laughter comes from
But it is where the laughter
Is needed most
Is it irony
The unexpected juxtaposition
Of awkward positions
Of my spirit
Disintegration of my dignity
Coping with the insanity of
As he laughed, I became more aware of
How involved I was with his laughter,
So focused on each squeeze of his eyelids
And every flutter of his sweeping lashes.
I was enveloped with every quick breath he gasped for
Between each chuckle escaping through his sweet lips.
I was blushing at each sliver of a smile I caught glimpse of;
His laughter was warm like apple cider.
She was diagnosed with amnesia
For which there was no panacea
He sought all possible solutions
And tried all kinds of potions
He was filled with great worry
Didn’t know the amnesia was temporary
With the return of her memory
She ran away with Hilary
A man’s love thus became a tragedy
For which laughter was the only remedy
I saw color among a sea of grey people,
And of grey buildings and sky.
A girl leaping time and time again,
For flowers, dots of pink and white among a sea of green.
Higher and higher she leaped.
Till her mother put one in her hair of gold.
Laughter , so colorful, out of the grey.