August

Fighting with Myself

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I keep fighting with myself but I don’t know if I am winning

I keep taking baby steps although I know they’re not within

Everyday I tell that spirit that I leave it all to him

But sometimes I wonder if indeed this journey is for me

You may find me sitting lost in thoughts but that is not the end

I have taken all my troubles and I hold them in my hands

There is not a brick to break except I let them crack my back

This is not the place we started but we’ve come this far to bark

Can you see me fighting with myself

Can you hear me screaming in your ears

Are my words too silent to make a little sense

Are you listening

Are you watching

Are you just passing by?

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?

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.

June

UNSPOKEN RULES OF OUR PORTION

Often too quickly the new becomes old
A beautiful story is no longer told
The crawling toddler is now a limping aged
The sunrise has soon returned to bed.
By days or moments, we stay locked out
Shielded by something raw and round.

Like a tyrant wielding a rod
Ready to whip one that runs
These rules bend us, break us, belittle us
They tell us the things we can’t want
They remind us of our disabilities
As if humanity shares not one disease.

They are codes, invisible symbols
Crafted into people standing by walls
Staring at you with the corner of their eyes
Ready to drill you till you pay the price
We soon cower under their gaze
Too frightened to try to win the race
So we accept in simple resignation
Our million doses of painful portion.

May

CAN YOU TAKE A DAY AWAY?

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Your body has set its own alarm

No longer in need of the clock on the wall

Your mind has drafted its own courses

Sharply discarding your to-do list

Withered seconds scream your name silently

Too selfish to let themselves go by untouched

Your feet hurry like the wind, not pausing one moment

To smile at the leaves and trees

Or enjoy the sensual healing of seas.

 

Can you take a day away

To rest at ease and save your face

Can you kindly forget your name

And your friends all around earth’s space

Can you perform like a mannequin

Without thought of timing anything

Can you take it slow like the snail

Since life loves the liver of it.

May

NO QUALMS, LIFE HAPPENS

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Life happens when we stop being afraid to stare our fears in the face

Life happens when we cease trying to answer rhetorical questions

Life happens when we just sink in the wind and fly nonetheless

Life happens when we let love lead and follow faithfully

Life happens when we forget to wear masks to hide our hurts

Life happens when we take each day like a path of grace

Life happens when we suspend all doubts that wear us out

Life happens when we cry even under the rumbling rain

Life happens when we keep our promises not because of gain

Life happens when we decide to win amidst the oddest odds

Life happens when we laugh even if no one understands the mirth

Life happens when we kiss a new moment goodbye with no qualms at heart.

May

FORGETTING HOSPITALITY

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Amidst the harshness of the economy

And the endless plight of the needy

There’s a desperate self-investment

Leaving millions in a cantonment

Lips quiver in unbecoming wailing

Eyes glitter with tears ever filling

Joints and frames lack the grace of life

Or the gaits of satisfied men in time

Doors stay shut, hiding from the single

Ignoring the panic of the unforeseen

Pretending to care about plenty things

All in the name of reckless ambitions

So the lacking become the wanton

And the sated lack knowledge of hospitality.