Warm summer breeze caressing the Indian sea
Trolley carts and vendors by every coconut tree
Some for the jolly, some for calm
Here's where I met you, our second date now.
Something familiar in your hands I feel
Trust invading our hearts and pain relieve
Sorrows of yesterday long forgotten
New days ahead I had gotten
Wedlock and babies is all that I see
A lifelong friend I had found
All but one feeling I had felt
Scared to death of who I had met
The depths of your broken past
Reminders from the present
The true side of the court
Who is to say?
Like a new born child in to a home
A part of your family I would become
Knowing the truth kills me
As being with you thrills me
Steps away from you
I do not want to find
Life beyond this date
Memories that will always be sublime
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 10:00 PM UTC
Beads of sweat stir up a line
Residents in queue, confined
Narrow long queues assure
A hope, a future, true of valor.
Agitated walks past cages and fences
Every minute a case of jitters
Mysterious that future
Unobstructed love or terror.
Simple little faces unaware
To those of creed and color beware
Where your place just might be
God is above, not here to see
One by one every wrist inked
Color of the ink embossed
That which will tell
Life beyond is hell
Inching past I stop before you
My eyes peer for you to be true
Birthright thrown and tossed
As a subject judged to be crossed
Wrist pulled forward
The stamp over the palette
Cruel eyes over me hover
"Sorry we do not have your color"
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 10:33 PM UTC
Powder of ashes like snowfall in winter
The air and army withered in a splinter
Smoky-grey flaky leaves dead and forgotten
Each cobblestone tinted and tainted
Things of dishearten
I stand in the middle of a big large road
With ashen embers resting on my lashes
My coat and tote limp from the bashes
People lay, some far away and some grey,
The death spell cast on all the bay
I feel a tug in my heart,
Shocked at the sight
Cursed fates for a deadly plight
I stand alone, guilty for having survived
No goodbyes or funerals to leave me teary-eyed
The carpet of carcasses in front of me lay
Left me with loud realization of a lonesome foray
I wished I were blamed for their unjustified departure
Or for my survival inexplicable in any form of literature
The sky now looks a faded rotten orange
With the embers settled like a thick mat on the ground
Suddenly the sound of tip tap made me jump
From my lost thoughts.
My coat and tote comes back to life
I feel a tug and around my calf a hug
The most innocent eyes looked up at me
And said, “Mommy, I want to go home please…”
Jan 22, 2010
Jan 22, 2010 at 6:43 PM UTC