Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Monday, July 18, 2011

do they speak english in what?

take me you happy shiney people,
as I watch you shimmer from a distance,
you all, with your drinks and fancy conversation,
you all, with your bluster and loud laughs,
Your universe looks perfect,
It even has an outline of glitter.
Do you notice me at all?
Can I be embraced by your cocoon of familiarity?
but don't feel bad for me,
I'm occupied too, amused infact,
as I watch you, fascinated...

Sunday, April 10, 2011

mark as unread

When the letter you wrote me
fell unexpectedly out of a book,
I re-experienced that sensation of dread again.
How you told me you had to end it because
you had to leave and go
to another country,
to live another life,
to breathe another air
to meet other people.
our laughter wasn't enough.
our embrace wasn't all encompassing.
Its been 15 years since,
I hope it was worth it.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

When the sun un-hides

Dark clouds cause rain,
Dark clouds are tough and when it smothers you,
It forces you to wallow in the pain
Dark clouds are bereft of soul
Dark clouds are dark and when you can’t see,
the darkness seems cruel
Dark clouds kill hope
Dark clouds are dense and when it strangles your heart,
it feels like you can’t cope
Dark clouds are angry,
Dark clouds are fiery and when it thunders,
all you want to do is bury
But it is also true that dark clouds don’t last forever

Saturday, February 19, 2011

A Beautiful Day

The tables are a-glitter in sunshine,
The umbrellas fluttering sublimely,
Sitting by myself in a café, contemplating life,
The only person I want to be with is ME

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Digits

From across the bar, when our eyes met

I knew in an instant, that the scene was set

For us to tango into discovering each other.

When you said you liked Shakespeare

I said OMG! I *heart* King Lear,

And my heart beat quickened a bit (just a bit),

We talked about cars, wars and beatniks

And even supported the right party in politics,

This is unreal I thought.

I wanted time to stand still,

If only I could, with all my will,

But you had to leave. Sigh. “Call me” you said,

and on my extended palm you wrote your number,

I knew I’d dream about you in my slumber

(and, of our dozen babies, ofcourse)

Soon after, I decided to leave too,

But not before making a quick stop at the loo

All the while my heart was smiling.

I turned on the water to make my hands clean,

Don’t yell at me, it was a matter of hygiene,

I wasn’t thinking ok?

I couldn’t believe it, all I could do was stare,

No remnant of you, my palm was bare,

Unfortunately, it seems like we were never meant to be.

Thursday, December 09, 2010

Proximity


I feel like I'm blind-folded,
groping in the dark,
searching for you and
that you're right in front of me
teasing.
Breathe and make yourself known.

Friday, November 12, 2010

True Love

When I think about it,
I don't want dinners amidst candles
or
to walk down the aisle in a shower of confetti
or
even pictures of us as shiny happy people.
All I want is that when I look at you,
from across the room,
you get me.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Dinner was nice

You sit there before me,
your eyes a-twinkle,
and the conversation meanders beautifully,
with good food and drinks galore,
But I sit there, thinking,
You and I are never going to be a whole.
Its sad really.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Guilty!

(Let me cheat and post a poem I wrote in college...earned me a place on the editorial board in the first year!)

Guilty!
Yes , your honour, I killed her, I killed my wife,
Quite simple really, I used her own kitchen knife,
I find that funny don’t you?,
What’s the matter? I swear its all true.
You see that knife was a present, it was given to us,
At our wedding I think, or may be it was Christmas.
I suppose you’d all want to know why,
Hold on judge, methinks that woman there, could do with a good cry.
I Had had a bad day, you see I was fired,
And she refused to make tea,,I got angry,,, guess I was a wee tired,
Anyhow, “ make it yerself” she bellowed, “you can can’t you?”
She had to die judge,by god , The woman was cuckoo!,
I drove the knife through her heart, I’m sure she suffered no pain,
Why, look you all, I know what you think, you think I’m insane!
Kind of like officer Brady, he was aghast at what I had done,
He was eating doughnuts, he really should have offered me one!
Coming back to where I was, you ought not to let me me digress,
I cleaned all the blood and gore, for I detest making a mess,
I left her on the kitchen floor, I left her lyin’ there,
Made me tea ofcourse and drank it without a care,
I then walked to the station, I had no intention of getting away,
I was too weary to run, not after such a rough day!
I told the officer, I committed a crime, told him I killed her,
But he wouldn’t believe me, “you ‘fessin to murder?”
That’s all your honour, it was just a simple row,And if you have no further questions, I’d like to step down now