Wisps of Nothing

We could be all kinds of poetry But how far would our stanzas go? You with the flickers, And embers that are dying to light up Me with the promise of an inferno greater than the lake of burning sulphur in places unimaginable. We could be fire together, us two But I fear I am…

Musing II

What we feared What we sought to prevent What we hoped would not arrive, We have welcomed with open arms, and Given to it the best garments We have let the weaver bird make its home in our backyard And every morning we are reminded of a decision left to indifference They say the dawn…

Musing I

You know that thing they say about it raining and yet the ground remains hard? My heart is dry. Pain rises from the east and sets in the west And between the cardinal points I cannot hold it all in my chest Oh the words are raining for sure But the message is hard to…

Where do the lines lie?

I don’t know how to begin to talk about the end of this beginning I don’t know how we got here Or through which route we arrived You’re scared I am scared And the night and distance are playing fetch with our hearts I don’t know how to look at the sun and not blink…

Reccept

Title this, because I didn’t know what to call it.   When you first meet rejection It slaps you across the cheeks And spits phlegm in your face Then it offers you a white handkerchief To wipe all the pitiful tears building in your eyes “You are good and you deserve better” It says And…

I Believe in Us

We hardly speak these days. And the tiny blisters of expressions popping out of these silences are mostly lost in translation. It is difficult to say that we’re ok, But it is not easy to say we’re not, either. There’s a divide, Between what we are and what we aspire to be. But difference doesn’t…

Of Lanka, and her big Black Star

“Of Lanka, and her big Black Star. That our shores may bring us closer, and our hope take us far.” My neighbours speak French,  but you swim with the Indian, We have the Equator to make us same, yet I stole the Meridian. You with the tanned and me with the dark, But what truly…