I still see her from time to time. Or rather, I see the effects of her. An old rope swing swaying gently on a windless day; birds singing her favorite song; tree branches bending beneath her meager weight as
she climbs up, up, up,
as high as her little legs will take her.
And I imagine her sitting at the very top, waving to me as I stand down below.
And her smile is as big as the world she left behind.
Went for an evening walk
with many people walking around
a scheduled walk
everyday at the same time
get to see & feel
more often than before.
An old man walking everyday
at his own pace
taking baby step at his old age..
Another man, unable to walk at all..
but still striving to make one more step..
so as to keep moving on the go...
Unexpectedly, out of all te thoughts
heard a dog's bark
that too behind the walls
and as I turned aside
only to find a caged dog..
May be jealous of all of us
as it may seem we are free
in this vast array of light..
...and all of a sudden met my friend..
a wholehearted smile...
she missed me it seems
as I was away for a while...
A sudden burst of laughter
with incomplete talks..
Good to meet people unknown
but somehow known
as we all are walking in the same lane
to find ourselves more often than others!
I wasted my time,
Trying to figure you out
But to my dismay
You found nothing to say.
I don’t know why
I thought that maybe I’d try
To talk to you soon
But that plan was doomed.
So I waited it out
Took small steps in the crowd
Hoped you would look back
Yet it wasn’t like that.
Oh why did I think
That maybe it’d work
If I just put in
More than it’s worth?
Don’t think twice
I made mistakes that aren’t nice
And I know I’ll keep trying
Though your presence is like ice.
people crave touches,
and i thought they were absolutely psychotic
until i met you.
suddenly, i understand,
but still not really
because the only touch i want from you
isn't a kiss or a caress.
it's the sting of your hand on top of mine
sitting on a pile of worn playing cards
(two jacks, to be exact)
making a resounding smack against the table
that startles the elderly couple next to us
and your firm, determined grip
as you swear bitterly under your breath
to wrestle those jacks away from me
however long it takes you.
the reason i watch for the small things is because,
you may not know it, but when I walk home from work in the middle of the road, I’m seeing things as if i may never see them again because I don’t know where my mind is taking me.
I spit my prayers through grit teeth, it’s forced from my guardian's mouth when she looks through my feed and texts and tweets at night to fuel her (sometimes) self righteous ego and maintain control over my life.
when she read through my sketchbook that one morning, all i can now see are her invisible fingerprints on the page. I can’t see my words the same because there was a crime.. trespassing into my mind, even though i can’t let myself in. but I’ve changed my passcode and you’re too sloppy to realize that I know what you’re doing.
i’ve changed my locks and committed mental suicide with that key that I swallowed
What's that called I don't remember?
The darkness that creeps up
In the sudden loss of light.
Even though it's dark here,
I still close my lids to sleep
To grant a wish,
To dive in deep.
Where some cry, most weep.
What's that called when
We tuck ourselves in the bed?
Sing to our ears,
Mourn for what's dead.
In the deep corners of our blanket.
What's the broken thing laying with me?
Oh I remember!
It's the wry thing called a dream.