Tag Archives: My verse

Below

I look down at the milling crowd

I see you, that tiny black dot

Standing six feet above ground

Yet, several feet below me.

As you will always be.


What will become of you?

She said, don’t miss me so much…

It breaks my heart to think

What will become of you

When we are no longer

Together…


Tonight

Let me remember how to live

Before the end of tonight

Let me be what I can never be

In a crowd

Let me see new, hear new and feel new

My home, the silence and the peace

Let my heart stay young

And beat its most

Tonight I shall want to make discoveries

Tonight I shall want to take memories

Tonight I shall want to

Tell myself, “I love you…”


Past, the prostitute

Her breath smelling of trouble

She worded words of allure

Timed to fall in step beside you

And your mind in probe.

 

Lashes dainty in invite,

Her eyes widen

With the promise of secrets.

 

Selling her ware she jeers,

“Just venture…you won’t regret”

 

And regret you do

when you made trouble

Not love.

 

You the Present ought not

To have copulated

With Past, the prostitute. 


Dead Death Died

Death is a busy affair.

Tears wiped away in haste,

Last respects to the feet

Rites and tradition dictate

How the unseen soul shall

Pass over.

Uncomfortable, unnecessary, understanding

Shall rain over head. Shall not mean anything

But a silent prayer to put

Death a little away.


A tumour grows today,

In the place where you grew…

There will be more blood,

Than which I fed you…

Will your hands,

Fully formed today

Wipe the stain away?

 

No, you sentenced me to be carried away

Through the gutter’s length

In the backyard of my daughter’s house.

You stole from me, my right to leave

In a palanquin, through the front door,

Of your house, my wretched Son!

You are the tumour that,

I bred with so much pride.

You were my Son.

And I am your Mother.


Within Sight; Out of Mind.

There were two things,

A window, and a small mirror.

Through the window came,

Your face and voice

Far and distant.

As distant as the look,

My face in the mirror wore.