Ice gone dry

A bag full of words were never enough

To fill the lines of my notebook

I need to know the secrets of stifled laughter

The tears that flee at the brush of a hand

The voices that ring with fervour

And the anger that burnt an entire city bare

 

These words I have lack in flesh and blood

I’d like to discard them, but 

Not even the vultures will seek them

I need a device to pump life into them

To drill their reluctant innards 

To scoop their filth and fill them with 

An overflowing light.

Light that is smoky like ice gone dry

So cold, that they burn a hole 

Through the minds that read them.

Reflection

It was a moment of surprise

When I darted to the basin

With a circle for a mirror

And caught there

The most beautiful

Of my own reflections

 

Caressed by the afternoon light

Filtering in through the

Porous curtains

My face assumed an elegance

That made me halt and

Acknowledge it

 

Not very often am I gifted

Such moments of radiance

And I stood enamoured

Pride creeping through my lips

I watched myself

As I would watch

The declared beauties

Of this world

 

It’s special for it showed me

Who I am

And how I should be

Seeing myself

I am beautiful

And maybe I’ve always

Known it

But today,

I shed the modesty

And embraced

Myself