I’ve been peculating
the parts of you every evening
and storing them in my soul’s jar
everytime I peek into the jar
The parts of you—
diffuse into the gloomy air
poetryglow
Hour thirteen
Few yellow pages,
Some sun-kissed words,
One bright, buoyant and beautiful prose.
Hour twelve
Mother Tongue
I never forgot this language—
the way my tongue should roll
when I pronounce the words
The accent
and expressions
grab the phrases strongly
The sentences
slip out of my mouth
with an ease
The pen doesn’t fumble
when I try to form curves
of the alphabets
The words are
the warm blanket
in the frost
The prose is
the lost home
which I found too late
The songs
have a tune which
resonates with my breath
I might have left my
mother tongue
but its existence never ceased
within me.
Hour eleven
Run, Run, Run!
Run, run, run!
or else they will go ahead
the competition is fierce
Oh! Don’t take a break
to breathe by the bay
Run, run, run!
or else you would miss the train
to the destination
Oh! Don’t look up
towards the vast endless sky
Run, run, run!
or else you won’t survive
your bucket with bucks will become empty
Oh! Don’t appreciate art
it is filled with angst, anyway
Hour ten
Your sorrows will fade
like the night sky fades—
from black to blue
from blue to pink.
The dawn will come.
Hour Nine
Spider
Spider don’t
crawl towards me
like my lover
Spider don’t
entangle me in your web
like my lover
Spider don’t
spit venom on me
like my lover
Hour eight
Would you never
Would you never
try to seek
everything thou left to
me? Would you never tell
me thy
existence was based on this love?
Form- Golden shovel
(Never seek to tell thy love by William Blake)
Hour seven
Inside out
Don’t tell me to
love you
inside out
when she lingers on
your tongue, but your tongue
spells my name.
Hour six
It’s one of those nights
when I try to forget you
(when I try to set free
the stars of your memory)
The ink flows
and speaks of you
you become my muse
And I’m left
with a notebook
full of you.
(with a sky
full of you.)
Hour five
We sneaked into
an old abandoned gym
alone with the dusty equipments
surrounded by
Grey floor, cream walls and rustic windows
I was on the bench press
when I saw your face upside down
you helped me lift
a heavy iron barbell
It made me scream
with endless joy
That gym became
our home
for a moment.