Roots

While my wings flap
Clipped they hang around
My roots grope
For more ground
Around my feet
I listen to the songs of future
Filtering through the crevices

My fingers have forgotten to write
They hammer on the keyboard
Frozen words
trapped
Within liquid emotions.

Dreams

I herald the change in me

weather keeps pace writing on leaves

sprinkled till the far end of my horizon

 

I write another fragrant sentence

scent of these words fills my bosom

 

I fit my feet into shoes made from dried petals

I walk on clouds

be it ninth or seventh

it matter not a long as I stay intoxicated

 

for the moment I open my eyes

all I see is the  baritone that belongs to you

 

heart that walks on pavement

lives by words unspoken

 

poems that give birth to themselves

get conceived during predicating hours…

 

alone

Do I want to walk alone
Or is it just another facade
Of my subconscious mind
Like the sobs l hear
While l refuse to bow down
The smiles smeared with wit
While I stay hungry for the word

Can l call you out any time
Being aware of my indulgence
That the road is not that wide
For me to hold a hand

For I know this with all my heart
Falling down to get up
Learning to swim without drowning
Drinking down without sipping
Creating lores
Struggling with dreams
I sit idle by the sea shore
Ready to take that
Final
my very own plunge.

am I a river

am I a river?

I ask thee

and the roaring intertwines

with the words of wisdom

glances filled with longing

 

I cover myself

from head to toe

with my shroud

and your fragrance fills me

from top to bottom

 

I revolt against my desires

to find peace in mundane

shockingly I look around

in search for the pressence

knowing fully well all this time

knowing so well all the time

that there is nothing I know

besides this heart’s incessant beating

in tune with not knowing

 

reason I ask thee

am I a river…

 

falling in love

I fall in love with the day

as I walk past these hours

sitting idle by my minutes

 

I live each moment

to instil this love

in my routine

to stay intact

with me

 

I fall in tune with my love

I eat whatever grows

on my soil

while I tend to this love

in tune with my soul

 

the day I am in love with

cuts a piece of cake

each morning from the dawn

for me to relish and devour

 

I celebrate this love

each day through

the tears and smiles

of longing

of moments lived

to laugh at the absurdity

and continuity

of this life

 

I laugh aloud

on my audacity to fall in love

with my day

over and over again…

emotions

I wait for the emotions
To overwhelm me
When they do
I wait for them to subside
For to carry them
Within me
I need myself back…