Guilty:
I burn inside
and outside,
I hurt you, I know
watched while
you cried and raved.

Few days ago
I felt like a winner,
but now
something bothers
and pulls me down
and I feel defeated
don't know why
though.

Guiltless:
I will awake to victory
perhaps
if I let you feel
that you got your way
by tearing me
inside out.
But no
I forgive you
to the last drop
of all tears shed.
Somewhere within

while you bleed
I will find peace
through your misdeed.

It was pouring
as if gods had forgotten
to turn off
the rain faucets.
I walked
my heart dry,
fever raging
like volcanoes,
heart beating wild
thoughts in disarray,
only one thing blended
with the falling rain:
tears that came
streaming down
to join
the rivulets
and the puddles,
while I moved on
in yesterday's rain.

There's calmness within me
like a quiet sea,
no hushing or rushing sounds
no waves crashing
but a massive body of blue
rolling, rolling
yet there's
deep growling
echoing from the seabed.

Today
I hold peace
like a pause,
a hold on breath,
like the silence
preceding screams,
or the serenity
before a storm,
or the final sigh
before death descends.

I am scared
petrified,
of raging hurricanes
following my solitude.

In this land of immigrants
eyes unite
beyond race or creed
and I find
joy and sorrow
deep within.

Eyes surround,
wide, narrow, slanting
deep and bold,
green, brown, hazel
blue or in mixed hues.

All eyes,
they draw me close.

At times though
I gasp, looking at
eyes of a different kind:
cold looks
and racial stares.

But
there's the cowboy
holding me in spell,
mounted on his horse
with twinkling blue eyes,
he's the one
holding my skies.

Such a long time it seems
haven't heard your voice
nor seen your face.

Heart running dry,
no sharing
hopes and dreams
tears or laughter.

Years passing?
I sit to count,
and remember,
you went away
a day ago
yesterday.

Run,
faster, faster,
have to catch
and hold the magic
in our hands,
then we'll never
be apart again.

We pant and puff,
were did it go?
That shooting star,
it fell a second ago!

Your stare
and I too:
from here
where do we go?

I don't wear rings anymore
they hook memories
like invisible magnets
and bring them to the shore.

Like washed away things
lying on the sand
they wink at me
as if to say,
what a folly
we are really.

I don't want  
a ring
from anyone
ever again.

Help me God
hold my empty hand.