You & Me

I am a word
A string of alphabets
Carelessly wooven
Loosely shaped
Without a reason
Without rhythm
I exist
As plainly
As woodenly
As one can
As many do
But when you add
That magical touch
That essence
That soul
You
I become me
The word with a meaning
With an origin
With a reason to exist,
To be
Me

Flowers

You give me the slip between garlic and lilies,
as if this is what comes of my unprotected
loves, of my hands in the sweet earth,
their willful miscegenation of the border bed
where you're tucked in deep with tulips, too,
like just one more of their heart-freaks:
a fluke diamondine flake, a thin vein gone gold.
Being mine, you'll grow up a girdled tree, girt
with a ringed-around root, nothing like
the fruitful vine of good wives—one of which
I'll never be so, my not-love-knot, you may
as well come up instead like a kiss:
the one wind gives to rouse the Japanese maple,
October's aerialist, its bright aureole
in the last late sun a red mouth, opening.

Memories

I sit watching the clouds floats by,
I sit the Sun and the Moon rise and set
And the Stars twinkle till the skies turn red
Images flash through my mind.
As i turn the pages of time, I remember,
Memories both sweet and bitter,
Of times not long gone by,
Memories of a dream
That a time will come when
Only sweet memories
Fill me with ecstasy, Ecstasy of fulfillment,
Ecstasy of satisfaction,
Ecstasy of of an ever lasting friendship.
Ecstasy of eternity, So I wait for that time.
I know my dream will come true
Thus life moves on.
And I just wait and wait.

The Taxi

When I go away from you
The world beats dead
Like a slackened drum.
I call out for you against the jutted stars
And shout into the ridges of the wind.
Streets coming fast,
One after the other,
Wedge you away from me,
And the lamps of the city prick my eyes
So that I can no longer see your face.
Why should I leave you,
To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?

A Word

We all need escape
To disappear and evade
For few moments
For a little while
Some refuge
Some respite
Monotonous is this life
So I color mine
And I color it with words
Blue
Red
And green
I can color it
The way I please
Life is a word
And on paper
I can choose my ink
Bold
Underlined
Or italic
Depends on how I format
I can go back
Cross and erase
Write and rewrite
Save or let it fade away
Hide
Recite
The choice is mine
The quill is in my hands
The power to decide
To define
Paper is where
I come to life
Words
I believe
I can metamorphosize

Ashes

"Take some ashes," she said, lifting the velvet bag to me.
My hand, suspended in air.
My eyes, looking away.
Past his face, past his being, in the roar of the sea.
"Take some ashes," she said again.
This is your friend.
Don't be afraid.

I reached into the grey dust,
Touching her. Touching what was left of her.
I held the ashes.

The waves, oblivious to us, roared, and continued to roar.
They would not be stilled.
But we came for silence.
We came for ceremony.
We came to yield her ashes to the sea,
To a silent sea.

Aware of the ashes in my palm.
Aware of the growing warmth of the ashes
In my palm.
Warmer and warmer until I felt the heat of Communion.

Opening my hand, I blew the ashes toward the sea.

"Don''t be afraid," I said.
And the sea, claiming her, rose like a temple before me.

Smoke

The cigarette burns, silence resonates,
Swirling in the smoke, your voice, my name,
Words said, promises made, rotate….
I marvel, “is everything same?”

In the flame burns my bleeding heart,
I give death to immortal love,
I sever life’s darkest part,
The last beacon in dusk.

My memories, I burn one by one,
I see vital signs vanish.
Stinging me, deeds undone.
Array of thoughts, I banish.

Dreams shattered, now depart…
The last hopes, I discard.
Swirling in the smoke, your voice, my name
The cigarette burns, silence resonates.