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Sid

My son Sid

His Thomas kept falling in the ditch

O’er and o’er and o’er again

He wakes me up at 6

“Mama, Thomas fell in the ditch”

He says no good morning

No good night, no good day

Just Thomas falling in the ditch

He screams at my every touch, like

His body has third degree burns

My child, mine but not yet

He holds his Thomas engine and runs

Around the house

Whole day, in circles

Like my relationship with him

For all the vocabulary he’d inherited from me

All he retains:

“Thomas fell in the ditch”

I wish I could save Thomas

For once,

But I guess, Thomas has to keep falling

In the same ditch

At least it makes Sid happy

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We pour together tonight

 

Between these moments of solitude

You blow smoke out of the window,

I paint

And you self-destruct

In the same space.

Each wants the other to leave

But no one moves,

Lost in tune

You move,

and paint your hand across my face

through the center of my bosom

Parting my feet

And burying your mind between my soul

There you dance,

As I groove

Your words make their way all the way up

to my mind

Then the sultry weather reeks

of an unprecedented storm

I see grey and shades of blue

Like love

slips through cracks

of our existence

Your fingers slide through mine

The warmer breeze cools down

Against intricate parts of my soul

You wander deep inside,

And you rush out,

Do my depths scare you, oh my love?

You loiter around

And night brings the unruly heat down

Down to ice

But a sudden frost bite

Makes me shriek, and the lightning strikes

The sky and I,

We pour together tonight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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We sleep…

Inspired by Palestine Refugee camp

We sleep in tents
Inside the camps across the line
That separates nations
His teeth dig into my skin
As if barbed wire pierce through the trespassers,
My screams are muffled
He holds my mouth with his wet palms
To hush up
Not to draw too much attention

Sand flies across the land
Border lights glow as if stars in the night
Dewdrops trickle down our faces
My lover runs his nails up
From my toe
through my spine
Tugging my strands
Not so soft anymore
My hair has weathered storms

Gunshots are heard at a distance
More blood tonight
My land, their land,
A little child has no land

He pulls my clothes away from my body
And his pants
Every gunshot makes my body shiver
He holds me close
I can hear
Chaos, a mother weeps
As he tastes my quivering lips,
My broken lips now bleed
From the military strikes

A silhouette of the crowd are protesting the refuge
The refuge is a prison now
Oh, the irony
The protectors are the real destroyers
The world watches as we burn
In the fire that consumes us

My shivering palms run through his chest
I grab his skin and dig my nails into his rib
Blood forms a teardrop
As he moans
Wriggles in pain
He holds me so close
His hand firm holds mine down

More people leave us tonight
They become stars
But we no longer weep
For our hearts are frozen numb

He holds my neck
As he intrudes my sanctity
He enters the inner sanctum
The temple doors are open
The wind makes flame flicker
As people bicker
On both sides of the fence

Our Gods are the same,
But do they even care
Intruding, invading our spaces
The cruel wind slaps my breasts

I sigh
More gunshots
More cries
They are getting closer

Flying machines unleash the fury
Lighting up the night sky
As if it’s a festival of spirits
Leaving our world

He chokes me
And looks into my eyes
His eyes pointed towards the sky
Tears rush down
Pierce our cheeks like ice
When the world around is destroyed
Tonight we create life.

And then they come for us.

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Love

How do I describe thee?

Do you exist beyond the letters that make you?

Are you the first light of a new day?

Are you a blooming rose?

Or you as soft as newborn’s nose?

Are you the gentle breeze on a gloomy noon?

Do you come on time or sometimes too soon?

Are you the waves that lash that shore?

Are you the lilac sky going against the orange hues of the sunset?

Are you as beautiful as a pure smile?

Are you two souls that wait a while

before they separate?

Are you the moon that stares at the dark side of the earth?

Are you a star that glitters through the night.

Are you the last goodbye

Or the first sight?

Do you exist after we tear apart

Or did you exist between us as one

Are you a faint hope in the bad world?

Or are you our only chance at life?

Who are you?

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I love you

Words flow out of my mouth

Like a waterfall

In the spring

Always in Abundance

As water droplets of stories

But when I looked right at him

I could feel the waterfall recede

And choke my throat

My tongue took refuge underneath my lower teeth

As if they were both conflicted

If those words should ever flow out

I cleared my throat

And fumbled with meaningless conversations

Until my brain and my heart

Asked me to throw it up

And I said “I like you”

“I like like you”, I blurted out

And my feet began to sprint

Out of his sight

God knows for how long we ran

Me, and my mouth

Before it took a deep breath

And then,  it slowly whispered

“I love you”

 

 

 

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To My Millenial Lover

Epistles: Epistolary poems, from the Latin “epistula” for “letter,” are, quite literally, poems that read as letters. As poems of direct address, they can be intimate and colloquial or formal and measured.

What did we know of love when we began
What do we know of it right now
Except that when it’s right, it is
But every time, I cast a glance at you
I feel it in my bones
And so do you
You remind me all things familiar,
As if you’ve always been a part
Of this bruised broken heart

We both sat near the window
As we watched ships sail through
“I am incapable of feeling”, you lamented
I wept for all of my broken dreams
What were we then?
Mere strangers who held a piece of each other
Kissed away my tears, you and
I ran my cold hands across your warm face
What other intoxication did we wish for

We are lovers
Masquerading as friends
Chasing Sunsets
Painting night skies
Talking dreams
As if we are back in school
You face glows cherry red when you blush
We rush each other at times
Sometimes we hush

What did we know of love when we began
What do we know of it right now
Maybe we should get together again
Trace crevices of our moons
So let me know, my darling
If you ever happen to come to my part of town
Beside the grand old station
Next to the fort that stands gracefully in ruins
And let’s paint it red

 

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Tarot Poem

Tarot
Image Courtesy: Pinterest

I set out with the world in my hand

Sun above my head

The star dressed my night sky

Then came the devil,

I fell head over heels

He was my moon

I was his justice

We were the lovers

 

We set out to conquer as the Emperor and the Empress

But, then came a day, our tower came tumbling down

He transformed into an evil magician

All I got was the hanged man

Cups spilt over

Bad blood is drawn from the swords

No more wands

Pentacles were out of my reach

 

I withdrew, I became the hermit

I turned to the hierophant

I trained for strength

But I was led towards temperance

I let my old self-die, after the death

I was greeted by the fool

 

When the judgement day finally arrived

The wheel of fortune moved ahead

As I gracefully got back on my chariot

Now the high priestess guides my way

And again I set out

with the world in my hand

Sun above my head

The star dressed my night sky

But this time the devil won’t get my soul.