Tall yellow and white daisy’s sway
Around my American post box

The dust moves from town to town
As the desert wind blows in

I hear the unmistakable engine sound
As he comes into view

All I crave is he carries a letter
From you

Yesterday I heard the piano play
notes in my head
black and white keys
in symphony
so sweet

I heard its pure sound
hit every string
as thin as my patience
within

I heard the do's and re's
dance with the mi's
as smoothly as my mental state

I felt the reprimanding
low keys howl in awakening calls
to wake me from my drunken trance

I embraced the light hearted
high keys, as they showed me
the bright side of things
the innocence of it all

I heard a piano yesterday
play from afar, calling me
telling me, let go of everything
and listen....
just music to melt the silence away

My brain, lulled into its symphonies
I forgot that beauty is not only skin deep
I forgot that even with eyes closed
and no scenario,
you can feel beauty

I heard a piano the other day
play a harmony
just for me
about
me

Nariyan ka pa ba?
Hindi ka na matanaw..


*Love, are you still there?
Why can't I see you?
Why can't I feel you?

A conversation with myself mocks me!
I'm my own worst enemy,
a judgemental terrorist...
This I'm afraid even duct tape won't fix,
and that **** could float a boat.

filled with chemicals
and
they like to call it
clinical
trials.

Peeled away
they make me
kneel to pray
to
some lesser god
as if I failed some test

and where's the greater good?

I become (eventually)
acclimatised to this
brutality,
de-sensitised and
all morality
flees.

Who is culpable?

This photograph,
a memory
makes me laugh or cry,

but a memory indeed
indexed will feed
my thoughts.