Saturday, July 05, 2014

Water to the Dead

I left Monday in the yesteryear
Grasping at the straws of this thing that never was
When Tuesday came, I welcomed her with open arms
We frolicked into the good old days
She brought wine, I came with Tilapia
Intertwined like vines
We consummated the perfect date
That was. When it was
The perfect one night stand

Wednesday found me a broken man
Hangover from last night
Dead things swirling in my mouth
After-taste of the bitter parting words
That fractured the short-lived thing that was
Wednesday was one of a kind. She was here one day
Gone the next. But she always returned
She had a sizeable ear that pocketed my words
She smoothened out the harshness
And gifted them back with purple hearts
Wednesday was the epitome of all my days
Dusk came and passed us by
And in my haste to stay the day, I panicked
I shut her out with a mighty shove
When what I meant to do was keep her close

I steeled my heart like never before
That Thursday and Friday were only footnotes
That jostled for space on my squinty floor
I sat Saturday out, I wanted no more
She was pretty and all
Sunny and all that mushy mushy
Girl talk. She found me a hard sale
She tried so hard that she spilled into Sunday
And messed up my day
So I cut her off

In a rare moment of clarity
I remembered how it used to be
When Wednesday smiled upon me
I did what I do best
I frog-leaped back to my happiest day
And stayed.

Friday, March 21, 2014

What is Wide?

What is wide?
The blue sky is wide. So is the sea
Her smile too.
As wide as my feet are long.

What is bold?
Green is bold. Forest green carpets my world.
The sun is bold. He comes out to play
Whether I like it or not.
She is bold too. She asked me on a date
With wide bold eyes, a day gone by.

What is soft?
Water is soft. She tickled me today
As I took my bath.
The wind is soft. He nudged me on
The day I went to see her.
Her lips too. When they met with mine.

What is hard?
Diamonds are hard. So hard
And she wants one – harder still to get.
Waking from my dream-
That is the hardest yet.

Friday, February 21, 2014

The Devil's Bargain

I made friends with the devil
And loved hating him
For his want for friendship
And my love for company
We made a bargain
That was to last nine months
The knowledge of which
I was never to tell.
I told him my secrets
And he loved me in turn
As much as a devil can.
At length he used my secrets
And blackmailed my trust
And within my heart
A hatred grew
That after the nine months
I had become the devil
And him a better man

Monday, January 27, 2014

Having Your Cake and Eating It

I was afraid you would hate me
I am conceited, selfish, and unjust
No one but me could have you
Your love, your smiles, your jokes-
All mine
I was terrified you would love me
Ahh! That strange word, the nerves
What would I do then- love you back?
With what- my broken soul?
I was mortified you would leave me
Out in the cold, out of the fold
Of your wondrous company


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