Feb 7, 2012 | Creative Writing
Day lands in my backyard
I look at it from my bedroom window
Silence fills my chest till I speak
Mornings chores accomplished
I am here to take stock of dust it carries
Number of blades of grass fallen by night wind
Water that survived yesterday’s galore
Swift sunshine beginning to smooth nights wrinkle
I walk my arms out of the glass panes
Stretch all my limbs within me
Lie down face upwards
Eyes wide open
Soaking Sun
Another me pulls over a thick black jumper over my shoulders
And head towards other silent corners…..
Dec 6, 2011 | Creative Writing
silent thoughts
silence limping secretly in limbs
silence filled to the brim in thick air
silence passing unprovoked through closed doors
silence echoing through my bones
silence sitting idle on that patch of sunshine
silence soothing yet screeching on the surface
silence filled deep in the chaff of television
silence shrills loud enough to make me sit upright…
Oct 3, 2011 | Creative Writing
my soul awakened from the slumber
sat upright to see you sitting by me
your tender fingertips swaying with my breathing
my molten nerves settling in your grooves
your silver mane burning my hardened nails
your shoulder blades softens me till I become unbearable
famished, thirsty and quenched
I wander around to find our nestled souls
I look up and dive in your eyes…
Sep 14, 2011 | Creative Writing
A beautiful evening is walking down the horizon …
With mist in air..
my eyes look up in anticipation…
Hey… O cruel deaf time…
Listen to me for once …
Don’t walk away alone…
Hold my hand …
Take me along..
for I know and you too…
That I belong with you…
Sep 10, 2011 | Creative Writing
Each night when I rest my head on your shoulder
and drown in a state best known to me
I wander in lands never seen afore
I search for your eyes among the pools of laughter
that seem to come across from distant shores
where nights have turned into days and days into nights
where tiny feet run splashing across little poodles of love
and quench my thirst to stay closer to you
longing for your warmth I cross my arms
and my bosom heaves in tandem with your breathing…
Sep 8, 2011 | Creative Writing
Weather tapped at my window this evening
and sat down on the sill waiting…
it’s presence echoed through the glass panes
dripping heavy in air loaded with vapours
a lump rose from my heart to sit in my throat
tears swelled deep inside the pit of my stomach
I fear being vulnerable
I wait for this glass to break
I wait for the weather to open
I wait for the vapours to explode
I wait for seasons to claim this weather
for I can’t reside within me
with vapours hung in this air…
