Like, I have very little left to give
Poesies
Some rhyming like those in kindergarten, Some unrhymed like chaotic clouds, Some with the immaturity of a teenager, Some with the innocence of a tyke
Sunday, October 06, 2024
Tenderness
Like, I have very little left to give
Tuesday, June 13, 2023
Being-writing-reading-feeling
Saturday, December 03, 2022
The pleasure in the pain
Sometimes
I find joy
In shedding tears
For the love
That we may never share
In the same way again
Wednesday, September 09, 2020
Come!
It's raining right now
Just the way you like it
The heavens are drenching
The path to my home
You can see the vapors rise
As the light falls on the street
Raindrops slide down the leaves
As a stray breeze caresses the tree
The sounds of the monsoon outside
And my erratic heartbeat within
The stage is set for your arrival
Come, let a new story begin
Sunday, September 06, 2020
Lost in finding you
Sometimes I feel
Overwhelmed
With love
For you
When you love me
Though
I can't quite believe
It's true
Sometimes
When you speak
Thoughts
Stolen from my mind
I can't tell
Are you a reflection
Or are we just
Infinite mirrors
Sunday, April 05, 2020
Hey!
No matter all that happens in a day
No matter how many people I meet
No matter all the activities I do
There's always that one moment
That I look forward to
Nay, that I need
When I set aside everything else
No matter how important
Or how critical
To curl up beside you and
Slide under your arm, free or not
To bury my nose
In the side of your neck
And as you bend down
To kiss my forehead
To whisper
In your ear
"Hey! I don't think I'll love you enough, ever!"
Wednesday, April 01, 2020
Thirty one days
My fingers tremble
as they put pen to paper
walking the tightrope that sways
as the heart pulls in one direction
and the mind pulls back in the other
The incline of the letters on this page
betrays my internal state
even as I want to express
but not give it all away
The mind knows that all we have, really
is this moment, the now
The heart, meanwhile
is ensconced in those bygone
Each day by myself
I have a dozen conversations with you
Some I let spill over into text
others waft away into the ethers
of the bubble that is my existence
The mind steps in, once in a while
so I don't lose touch with reality
and so
maybe I can embrace you
wordlessly
2020.04.01 17:12