They were broken fragments
until that night
bathed in silver
streaming through the window
skin met skin
scar touched scar
Sparks , light !
They were stars .
humming head – happy hands -hopping feet
They were broken fragments
until that night
bathed in silver
streaming through the window
skin met skin
scar touched scar
Sparks , light !
They were stars .
Sometimes I wish I was as good at forgetting as I am at remembering .
Listen ! With your ear phones off .
Listen .
Do you remember how we’d listen
despite the distance
When we didn’t need as many words
and silence was understood ?
Listen , you might notice
my fears in fumbling words
and terror in trembling hands .
Listen, turn down that noise
and may be you will hear my silent
screams .
In a hidden tabernacle ,within weakened walls she worships
Does he know ?
She is the offering , sometimes fragments , sometimes whole
Is it acceptable ?
Her hymns wordlessly run through her veins
Can he hear them ?
She remains devoted .
I found my name .
I had always wanted
a word , a line ,
a couplet may be ,
a stanza , a rhyme
penned just for me .
I found my name
Sans love or care
I found my name
It mocks and stares
In between anger ,
hurt and blame
I wish I hadn’t found my name .
Between wanting
nothing to do with you
And wanting
all of you
Something within me
dies everyday
Something about you
keeps me alive .
Incorrigible fell in love with indifferent .
Incompatible , incomplete .
Hurried feet scramble
over sleepy sacred stairs
The birds still in the cote
awakened by their prayers.
Restless eyes look to the sky
the moon is yet to fade
The sun will open bolted doors
They wait , anixous and dismayed .
The sun , the morn , the altar
When will they be let in ?
Don’t they know
the light they seek outside
is to be found within ?
Singed wings of a moth
Why sing thee thou of pain ?
Why befriend consuming flames
Again and again and again ?
Fly away , far away
Fly before it’s late
Heed the voices of the wise
or meet Icarus’ fate .