the truth

why should i say anything more, less, or differently than i have to say it?

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rhythm

we are fluid,

always moving, always doing,

never

quite

stopped.

 

but we are also repeated cycles

(we find constancy in the familiar rhythm of our movements)

 

we are specks on a wheel

that we didn’t know was turning

until we swing back to the same position that we were in

years ago.

stillness is at the spoke.

 

peace is at the centre.

i’m afraid i don’t know how to get there

fear

fear holds me.

snaking his hand into my chest,

he slowly,

softly,

burns

against my lungs.

his other hand has dissolved around my gut,

into it.

it twists and stretches in strange, unpredictable ways.

his whisper tickles my ear,

sounding exactly like my own,

murmuring worst case scenarios accompanied by

jolt!

after

jolt!

of my heart, my stupid heart, that is rebelling against this heat;

running, racing, bolting within its restrictions

needing to escape this suffocation;

determined to outrun its fate.

because my heart,

my stupid heart, doesn’t know

that you cannot escape

what already resides

within you.

love story

you and i;

we are both

storytellers, writers, poets.

 

but when my

naked body curls

against yours: with

touching foreheads and

closed eyes, when

i tell you

i love you,

you tell me

you are family

i cannot help

but think that

words are only

poetry if the

right people say

them,

 

if the right people

mean them.

Sundown

the sun reclaims its debts;

 

as honey beams sweep over marble tiles and climb over painted walls

to steal the last glimmer of glass;

the trustworthiness of colours.

 

the sun,

it gathers the ends of its gown,

plunging into its own magnificent cloth

 

the clouds yield

before their master,

patterned in the sky to catch the last echo of sunlight

 

after all,

it is only to the sun

that gold really belongs

Shall I compare you to a summer’s day?

Shall I compare you to a summer’s day?

The most popular season, by the way;

A promising beginning, an early sunrise,

Easy to smile, so easy on the eyes –

A party, a couple of goings-out

Ambitious plans shred all doubts;

Two weeks away to an island resort,

With pristine beaches and never-to-be-played water sports,

And in the pool so commercially blue,

I see a very shirtless you

As flirtations build, hours pass-

I’m signing up for swimming class!

A promising beginning, an early sunrise –

Easy to converse, so easy on the eyes.

A party, a couple of goings-out

Heartfelt promises shred all doubts –

On the ship back home, I’m filled with trust,

As you said yourself, you believe in us

We’ll email, chat, we’ll type, we’ll talk –

Across the seas, but together we’ll walk;

Days jetlagged and heart bereft;

You fit in where sleep has left –

But as reality sets in, and the month takes a turn;

Missed calls are not returned.

I am displeased to report,

That boredom has become my new consort

Forget the cruise, forget the trip –

The only ship in my life is my internship

As school says an early hello,

You say an overdue goodbye –

I spend a day or two in bed,

And all I do is cry

 

Shall I compare you to a summer day?

The most overrated things, I got to say –

There’s nothing to hold onto, nothing to miss,

Ironic though, is this –

A whole school year will pass, and then

I’ll find you two waiting to fall in love with again.