I was afraid of my father,
Though he never gave me
Any reason to be afraid.
I respected my father for the
Many sacrifices that he made.
I disobeyed my father and his
Love for me never swayed.
I buried my father who speaks
To me from beyond the grave.
I am my father in oh so many
Truly unconventional ways.
I see my father’s reflection in
The mirror each and every day
As he remains unchanged.
For promises that grow
In marshes,
To a pristine river to flow,
Such are the ones
We hope to believe,
To drown in, of disbelief,
Deep below.
There prevails the dawn
Hope
To herald a dusk
Of darkness beyond,
A whisper from therein,
“Rise, wise; arise,”
Look for a promise,
In the dead of the night.
Still your heart; Stay your mind
Unto your soul, be kind
Promises to the wind,
May well be, are never pinned
Love is right, calm the whirlwind…
Always remind myself
that I can’t fall in love with you.
But I don’t know when.
I’m already in love with you so.
We are sure of each other.
If one of you and I shed tears,
That represents the reluctance between you and me too.
People who don’t understand our feelings,
They also thought
every line what I wrote was a lie I do.
Now I miss you.
Speak to you in my voice,
Each of these languages has a feeling of love for you.
Your questions brood over me
like clouds pregnant with snow
lolling recklessly across
a bitter sky.
and my words are hungry as a winter
grieving a skull pent cage
battering the salty barred lids of my eyes
with blunted blades fighting…
how quickly this expanse, this chisel
of vacancy and ice
has spiralled, dividing my body and mind
these halves of me are all
I dare
to trust your vagrant snow-blind touch with.
dawn seems distant in this endless anaemic night
that you insist should be glutted
with your silky tattooed sentences.
You seem not to see
them circle and pounce like uneasy vultures
at the parameters of each others meaning
and while these circuit my sieged mind
I can offer only my lips
alone in answer
but not their breath and voice.
It was like the sweep of land seen from ships
Coursing the misted bay and calling through the night
Like safety all at once spilling from our lips
And carrying us ashore, beaten by light
And salt bitten tides; the murmured orisons
Of promises. Whispered and held in hand.
Forbidding and tempting purple as damsons
Encrypting love to coded lore to hold
And ever have. Sold as pomegranate seeds
And pink jewelled life until death splits even bold
Stateless minds beyond and all knowledge bleeds
And prowls to devour this harboured hold,
This plaited harvest ring; this wedded band.
This new love that wraps us whole. This new land.
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My heart was pounding
when you said yes.
Now here I am getting
dressed to impress.
This is it, the moment
is ours.
Let’s both mark
these precious hours.
I promise, I’ll do my best
to make you smile.
Knowing me is worth
your while.
I like you girl, you
know I do.
I hope you feel the
same way too.
Then she said…
I just want to have fun
with you.
We’re only young once
it’s true
but it would be a mistake,
to fall in love with me
on a first date.
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Fighting against the
pain of lingering loss,
while memories
still burns bright.
Reflecting beneath
the longing nightfall.
Dropping the old to pave
the path for the new.
Gazing at the beauty
of a new future ahead as
letting go of the past
And the time when
there was me and you.
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She loves to kiss me
Where a twosome grew
hookup long as star-crossed lovers,
And an azoic knot tenacious fands love spare
She loves to hug me
Where they lapidated MUJNU, obscured his memories, standing upright by savagely rousing people in some remote corners hackneyed
She loves to talk to me
Like the moon whispering in the night,
Where talks unheard are heard to sweep away all ghastly throes inflicted on.
She loves to fortake me
Where pest flows every day from the heart beating sick with obloquy
Where there is nothing but the trifling of pettiness.
With forgiveness armed
With selfless love brimming
Be the peacemaker
The warmth, I welcome after winter’s chill
captured in letters where large tears have dried.
From one I thought for good, even for ill
I’d marry come the shadows of July.
Rare was her beauty, yet her greatest gift
was her keen wit and a splendid style
in her dress and dance, ‘twas almost as if
the gods looked down upon her just to smile.
I was envied by many close dear friends
save one who circled us with much intrigue.
Used lies and gossip to put a sad end
to lovers he both envied and deceived.
Worse, it seems she will keep that wedding day
with he, I called friend, who stole her away.