I miss not the days
you left my skin marked
but the days
your fleeting eyes held mine
because after that day
your eyes never fell on me
perhaps you were too shy to appreciate your art
your art carved in sporadic swollen blue marks
I didn’t know Florida
had a Floral City
but I think
I’d like to have come
from there
My first love brought me
gerbera daisies and spent
the next four years making me
think I owed him something
I look at baby’s breath and wonder
who will be the first to hurt
my someday daughter
I ask for your approval
You look back at me with
Two black holes of dilated pupils
Reading my every thought
Every feature and facial plane
In reverse and irreversible
Distorting fiction into fact
Even a pool’s reflection
Or a simple piece of glass
Controlling perception
With every glance I take
It’s judgment day
A mirror’s reflection
Thought he was
the whole slick
package
His love turned
out to be rusty
barbs
The keeper,
a prize, turned out
sour and false.
Turning pages of the book
Titled ‘My Life’
Shaky hands felt
The brisk pages,
Many unknown things
Were engraved,
Still remain unknown,
Many commitments
Were buried
Buried deep in
The ocean, the life.
Pages of joy
Are still missing,
Maybe lost in this
Lightning world
I missed my train
Now travelling
In a mastless boat,
Lagging, directionless.
The helping hand,
Is now an illusion.
Sailing through the
Endless ocean,
No hope, no destination.
I am reading it for you
From my unknown destiny
Wishing you all luck,
From the poor guy
Time to greet goodbye
I have Done nothing
Great in my life
Push my book aside
Move ahead
You have destiny at sight.
I am sorry to all those people in my life
I can’t live up to your expectations
I am not a good Son, brother and friend.
Stupid Cupid
full stabbed me
in the back
how else do you
explain a love
like this?