jomiravel
grew up looking across salt beds while sitting atop tree branches, / running barefoot, cursing like a sailor, falling inside water wells, / selling guavas to children of the local public school & taking boat rides / to harvest shellfish on pens in the middle of the bay, / believing that the child god sits behind the fishing nets waiting for me
All those wasted time & chance
gone in a blink, lost in a glance
for a small mistake, I can't comprehend
had turned out to be the start of the end.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
I want to describe you to them
…but I do not know how to start
how can I tell them about your eyes
- that sparkles when you think mischief
how can I tell them about your laugh
- that could start an avalanche of joy
how can I tell them about your hugs
- that warms & thaw the chills of fear
how can I tell them about your scent
- that comforts & enthuse a harried soul
how can I tell them about you
when I know they can never know
the you
I’ve come to see
and hear
and feel
I do not know how to start and I fear even if I can
I will not be able to finish
How can I describe you to them
When all I want to do is to secretly hold you in
…when I know I can never let go
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
When you miss
you do not see, hear or feel
or --- you tried but failed
When you miss
you know it should
and you know it did not
When you miss
you know it is out of reach
and wish otherwise
When I miss
I move
And if I fail
I try again
I do not just wish
I will find you
even if it is just in the recesses of my memories
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 10:04 AM UTC
A **** on a door
the hands on a clock
a button on a shirt
the handle of a mug
so common
so usual
things I took for granted
until
I had to open the door
I lost track of time
I felt inadequately clothed
and needed a warm drink
Suddenly
the mundane
turns out to be
so significant
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
rediscovering past pains
remembering how much it hurts
seeing dried up tears on the pages
almost hearing the laughter described
touching the smiley faces
smiling at lost moments of happiness
smelling the pressed flowers
feeling the pride again
almost blushing at the thought
getting riled up with the rantings
allowing madness to rise up
letting the disappointment resurface
It is a wonder how one can forget
and how beautiful it is that we do
write your now, today
Out there, tomorrow
we shall read back and realize
we are always on our own
yesterday was a picture
that we stare at on the pages
there are always two truths
like castles on the sand
the waves will erase and alter
and your heart will rebuild
albeit differently
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC