what is clear is being made unclear, the way a wiper does
when it slides through your windshield when only
a few drops of rain have fallen. the world is a blur of
colors and shadows.
they are kids who take your phone or whatever’s new
on the market. they look at it, decide that they don’t like it,
and throw it to the floor. they derive their glee from the way
your mouth curls as they jump on it.
it turns out that the book you’re reading is upside down. the “a”
was actually an “e.” the “w” is an angular “m.” or so they say.
you look at the cover and it is right-side-up.
it has been years since
you have sailed away to
bluer waters and greener
but I still find myself sitting
at the shores where we used
to talk about nothing and
hoping that after all this mess
you’d come back, your ship
breaking the monotony of
the gradient of the sea and
and she has gone with the night light
and she has gone, the night light
and she has gone, the light
and she has gone, the night
and she, the light
i could never win at
these games we play –
i reach out to silence.
nothing but cold breeze
and vigorous shivers
keep me company
boy meets girl
girl meets boy
let’s be together.
will you m-
hello? hello? hello?
I never thought that days would turn to nights
And nights to days to months to years and
Nothing, I think, nothing accomplished –
“Is studying everything there is to life?” I ponder,
Sitting on chair, I put hand to chin and wonder.
Something does not seem right –
Time flies, and the future is not as bright.
“Rest has no place here,” they all say,
“Everyone who did has been put away.”
So I put on my earphones and played
Stringed symphonies till their voices have gone away –
Even God rested on the seventh day.
“Do have fun – everything will be okay,” I whisper.
wait. wait for her, they said. she will bring color to your existence.
wait. they would regale me with stories of turtles and hares, friends that met each other after years, and lovers rewarded for their fortitude.
I would smile, wondering whether my dark eyes betrayed me – can anyone see through this desperate facade?
a story begs to be told –
they told me she would come.
she already came.
they told me she would bring color.
my life was a rainbow since I saw her.
they told me that she would be the light.
my life was radiant as the midday sun.
they never told me this –
that fires did die
and rainbows dissipate into thin air.
they would never know that prayers and patience could never dig through seven feet of rocky earth
nor could they bring back to life memories that brought me joy.
He is the greatest magician –
He made coins, cards, and towers disappear
From sight. Through abracadabras and waved hands
Dimes, decks, and concrete returned to where they must.
The greatest trick he attempted had him
Losing her in a sea of words and gestures.
She vanished. Everything reappears after a while.
But she did not. She slipped through like water in one’s hands.
Nothing helped, not even elephants in the room that begged to be talked about.
let’s put an end to smouldering embers
that seemingly light themselves
to break through night – I could not sleep
because I look, I check,
and see nothing but the vestiges
of a flame that used to be. no warmth;
no warmth but false hopes of light
that danced but did not heat.
size 11 statements for size 11 feet
and they never do fit; expressions of her joy
never were for
or because of me.
I tried filling his shoes
but my toes never quite
reached the end. I could never
walk the way he did with you.