Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
it's understandable
that I have none of
my own memories,
they are all shared,
but I will make new
ones, I will make
new ones.
(c) Brooke Otto
And then the kisses stopped,
And you faded away
---------------------------------------------------------
Th­e evening sun was providing some
Light thru’ the netted windows.
Your shadow gently falling on me
With you not far behind
I held you on my *******
And then I could not breathe
Your face so near I could hear you think
I dared not take a breath lest
My lungs collapsed.
And so I held on
As you lost yourself in my kisses,
But I shudder as I open my eyes
For what seemed so real must have been an illusion
Coz’ you are not here now
And perhaps it was only a dream
---------------------------------------------------------
T­he kisses stopped,
You faded away.
My wife, a psychiatrist, sleeps
through my reading and writing in bed,
the half-whispered lines,
manuscripts piled between us,

but in the deep part of night
when her beeper sounds
she bolts awake to return the page
of a patient afraid he'll **** himself.

She sits in her robe in the kitchen,
listening to the anguished voice
on the phone. She becomes
the vessel that contains his fear,

someone he can trust to tell
things I would tell to a poem.
Whiskey to me,
is like holy water to the devil himself,
I know that now.
A hole in the cellar door,
and a shattered shot glass left on the ground.
My head is pounding,
and my thoughts are flying in all different directions.
I feel like I'm going to puke if I don't hear some real good country,
And turn all the god forsaken lights off.
Whiskey is holy water to the devil in me.
Especially when I'm hurting.
I've learned.
True story. Don't drink.
Fly
My head is in the clouds
Between the quiets and the louds
It would be a fatal fall
Like that concerns you at all
I'll  keep holding onto a star
As you burn out your last cigar
Suspended between the ground and sky
I can't help that I was born to fly
Rain, ride down the river
  and pass me by.
I'm gone out to deliver
  my rotgut rye.

There's children at the rope swing
  this first of June.
Up in the church, they're hoping
  he'll finish soon.

Rain, keep right on goin',
  and should you see
them solemn faces showin',
  kiss them for me.
Once,
when morning was knocking
on the dusky doors of night
I heard dawn whispering sweet nothings
in your diamond-studded ear
as you slept on the
satin sheets of silky slumber,
my heart broke
into myriad fragments
of dilapidated dreams…

On a sun-kissed seashore,
while you swayed in a swinging hammock
I saw the zany zephyr
caressing your lustrous locks,
my heart broke
like a collapsed sand-castle
and scattered into several
spiral shells on the salty shore…

As we walked hand in hand,
the sky turned grey and we heard thunder!
While rushing for a roof,
I saw the flirtatious drops of rain
kissing your coral lips,
my heart broke
into streaming tears
and merged with the muddy waters
on the boulevard…

Yesterday –
in the middle of the night
I woke up and found
moon fast asleep beside you
on your feathery pillow,
and my heart broke
into scores of shooting stars
and vanished in the
extensive expanse of the cosmos…


Copyright©2010 ~ Bharat B. Trivedi
One in the same,
how dare you

Judge me?
We've all been

Rejected,
We've all felt the

Hurting.
Scar to wound, above the curse…
Life to be lead on a war room…

Curse of curves, Curves with blood shed
Long for kindness & humanity…
Felt cruelty & brutality…

Flee the way to bliss, the path unknown
Cut away the shine, moving towards the cheery
Chasing our dreams, swathed into a drop
Just a drop in those shallow ocean…
A DROP
Next page