looking out the window of a tattered bus
on my way from madanapalle to bangalore
the rain, it brought out the true colors of the earth
and pressed wet memories into my heart
firm forever
memory of rain sealing cracks
healing hearts
penetrating sacred spaces
where nothing fades and none can be forgotten
every time it rains like that though, even here in kathmandu,
water deepens the color of memory
and hearts find new comfort in breaking for old reasons.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
like water II
like water
clinging to your skin
like water
waiting to evaporate
like water
clinging to cycles of eternal life
and eternal doom.
clinging to your skin
like water
waiting to evaporate
like water
clinging to cycles of eternal life
and eternal doom.
like water
like water
so keen to touch
like water
irreverent of boundaries
spilling, seeping, soaking, wet
therein lies my desire to possess
better than good keeps us together
together we grow worse
better no longer is good enough
and soon it's best to stay apart
at the end of the day, it really doesn't matter who we end up with
on some days, i turn into water
and while i touch you with the palm of my hand
and my fingers stroke your cheeks
you probably think they are just tears
yours.
so keen to touch
like water
irreverent of boundaries
spilling, seeping, soaking, wet
therein lies my desire to possess
better than good keeps us together
together we grow worse
better no longer is good enough
and soon it's best to stay apart
at the end of the day, it really doesn't matter who we end up with
on some days, i turn into water
and while i touch you with the palm of my hand
and my fingers stroke your cheeks
you probably think they are just tears
yours.
watery
feeling like water these days
like i'm made up of water
like i'm being washed over and over again
like i'm always ready to dripdrip
i've been listening to all these new songs lately
and i dont know...
it makes me want to be mute
and wear these songs on my body
like clothes
and let that be my face and my eyes and my words and my smile to the world
between its hellos and goodbyes.
might i mention here how much you tire me, world.
something needs to change now
this needs to turn towards
documenting authentic living
emotions
life.
i think i met a love bomb today
which is why suddenly being watery and lost and frail falling apart like i've been all this while
amounts to a beautiful thing
where i'm flowing
and sparkle every which way
something needs to change now
still hasn't changed
into something where what we lose isn't the authentic.
it's a good thing these songs never seem to end.
like i'm made up of water
like i'm being washed over and over again
like i'm always ready to dripdrip
i've been listening to all these new songs lately
and i dont know...
it makes me want to be mute
and wear these songs on my body
like clothes
and let that be my face and my eyes and my words and my smile to the world
between its hellos and goodbyes.
might i mention here how much you tire me, world.
something needs to change now
this needs to turn towards
documenting authentic living
emotions
life.
i think i met a love bomb today
which is why suddenly being watery and lost and frail falling apart like i've been all this while
amounts to a beautiful thing
where i'm flowing
and sparkle every which way
something needs to change now
still hasn't changed
into something where what we lose isn't the authentic.
it's a good thing these songs never seem to end.
Monday, May 16, 2011
This is just to say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold. | |
by William Carlos Williams
one of my favourite poems. always a delightful read for the little thief in me.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
bring it on
in a world where vengeance is our best friend
betrayal is a swell way of paying it forward.
betrayal is a swell way of paying it forward.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
defected poem intact with title in disarray
a love that frees
is also a love that inevitably confines
is also a love that flees.
i wish for a love that binds
like the bending metal
of a ring that curls
and holds tight a finger on my hand.
so even when you're not around
i'll always feel held.
i haven't been held for five months
months that have stretched into infinite forevers
skin shriveling incurably.
silent corners of my body
are waiting to be heard
waiting
in quiet desperation
for some body
to return a greeting.
the love i desire to feel
is also a love that
disintegrates
before my eyes
before it earns the name
of love.
something along the lines of how
before it's birthed
it dies.
the love i remember
is also the love
i tried to make
both raw and overripe
and just as you'd expect from me
i took a bite.
ashes in my mouth
taste like a distant dream
of someone sleeping whom
i should not have woken.
is also a love that inevitably confines
is also a love that flees.
i wish for a love that binds
like the bending metal
of a ring that curls
and holds tight a finger on my hand.
so even when you're not around
i'll always feel held.
i haven't been held for five months
months that have stretched into infinite forevers
skin shriveling incurably.
silent corners of my body
are waiting to be heard
waiting
in quiet desperation
for some body
to return a greeting.
the love i desire to feel
is also a love that
disintegrates
before my eyes
before it earns the name
of love.
something along the lines of how
before it's birthed
it dies.
the love i remember
is also the love
i tried to make
both raw and overripe
and just as you'd expect from me
i took a bite.
ashes in my mouth
taste like a distant dream
of someone sleeping whom
i should not have woken.
eyes
when you touched her hand
the sun shone
in your eyes
in mine
you won't find
even the madness of
the moon
only tides.
the sun shone
in your eyes
in mine
you won't find
even the madness of
the moon
only tides.
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