August

IF WE FAIL TO ASK QUESTIONS…

pexels-photo-196667How do you celebrate life

And mourn death at the same time?

 

How do you rejoice for a new day

When a loved one goes away?

 

How do you tell an infant

That he no longer has a mother?

 

How do you keep loving

When your heart feels so empty?

 

How do you answer these endless questions

When your mind is stuck in confusion?

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August

WATCH ME TAKE YOUR HAND

You keep fighting as if you’ve got strength

You refuse to admit your weakness

People see your flaws flowing

They think you’re failing.

 

But I defend you with my many words

Hoping to clear shame from your world

Stop hiding behind the curtains

Come with your stains and stench.

 

Life still has more stars and moons

Night won’t crush you unless you brood

Watch me take your hand

Let them know I’m your friend.

July

LOST AND FOUND

IMG_20170717_073100We move in the middle, not confident

Wondering when life will begin

As if today was not yesterday’s future

We keep waiting and watching

Hoping for a tomorrow that’s unheard of

And looking for meaning in nothing.

 

Are we not lost and found

Trying to get through the storms

That once drowned us mercilessly

Are we not lost and found

Hiding from our faulty fast lanes

And working around the clock?

 

There’s something nobody talks about

That one topic that’s not a secret

But it’s too real to be spoken of

And so we act like all is figured out

We think of ourselves as friends

But in truth, we’ve never met.

July

PLUCK AFTER SUNSET

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Who hasn’t known sorrow or the failings of tomorrow

Who hasn’t seen sadness in all shades of white and black

Who hasn’t fought fear or the most fickle reasons

If you stand strong even in the sunset, I adore your pluck.

 

 

Our folks suffer on the journey to fulfillment

The nonchalant rulers remain tyrants still

They toss them to and fro like a ball on a field

They ignore the sand grains falling in the hourglass

With voices screaming, shouting and sullen

Our people try to find salve for their swollen sores.

 

But in the end, the sheep is just like the wolf

Scaring the defenseless to flight

Stealing our days and nights

And leaving us doubtful that we made a right choice.

June

A PARAGON OF SOPHISTICATION

colorful-1325264_1280Even if you don’t understand my footsteps

Adore the way my body sways

Even if you cannot see my perfection

Remember I started this journey, naive

I have walked the narrow road

And fought with iron rods

I have climbed mango trees to hide

Waiting in silence for my attackers

I have trampled on fear and regret

And given birth to the end of worry

Your visions may not shown you my mission

But I have not earned this title by mistake.

 

Why do you look at me with questions

As if you can repair my painting

Why do you call my art a child

As if you were there when it was born

I have learned the signs of the ink holders

Those who drape words with mirth and wisdom

I have met heroines of good fortune

Who never let depression impress their spirits

I am dancing in the rain of these days

Though always believing that the sun shall shine

I am becoming a paragon of sophistication

Even if you first met me in naivety’s mansion.