Blinks
Big birds are out for flight
And little kids are out too, alright.
Blooming with the shades of blue
The sky of my nation is clear,
Like the ocean of atlantic
Where one dreams to sail into.
*blink*
Its robbed with pearl river
First birds, then kids glance with shiver
With threats and fear
With their lives about to tear.
*blink*
It's smoke all corners
Heavy to breath and see
Lets make our way to homes and flee
as far as we could be.
*blink*
Their stood pillars where kids hid around
And trees where nest were safe and sound
There was once a time
Where you looked at the beautiful sky
This moment its even more intense
Red over blue prevailing thereby.
Sitting
Sitting at this job
At this desk
At this counter
For a position that I know I will lose come December
Gets harder and harder.
They say “cutbacks” and “downsizing” never comes easy
And they don’t know that I know, but the pressure is heavy
And it weighs me down farther and my shoulders get weary
And I'm not quite sure how much more I can carry.
I Told Him This Poem is About Us
You,
the mortar
Me,
the pestle
I'll grind you down
until you're skin and
-bone
to pick with you
about all the stupid
shit I do
Trust me.
I don't trust me either.
Honey,
I want you to keep your distance
a little closer
Vicious cycle
like we're Sid and Nancy
you liked my grammar
oh she punctuates so sassy
Now I run on all my run on sentences
Borderline, baby
it's opposite day
and don't you like oppositional play?
No ring on my finger
yet we're still engaging
I wonder what battle
it is that we're waging
Well,
we're both bastards now.
There's no use complaining
Honey,
I want you to keep your distance
a little closer.
I Hope the Sun is a Gossip
You’re always too far to hear me.
And I’m wondering,
If I whisper to the sun
As it kisses the bronze out from under my skin
If it will carry that whisper back to you
When it leaves me for the night to head for you.
If I whisper, I miss you
When you wake in early morning light
Will you hear it?
Quiet and dream like
You, just barely touching the edges of morning
And rays of light,
Carrying my words
To crawl across your skin
Creeping in your veins,
After passing through your ears
Close the door
Hey sis,
I don’t want you to look at me. Close your eyes. Close the door. And walk away. But remember the time I made you laugh so hard you peed. Remember when you pushed me down the stairs and I broke my ankle, but it was okay because you reminded me of the time I locked you in the basement on Halloween. I want you to stand back when they pick my lifeless body up, put me in a bag, and carry me away. Stand back and wrap your arms around yourself, remembering how I hugged you too tight and kissed you sloppily on the cheek with the insides of my lips because it annoyed you. No, don’t remember any of that. You’ll be sad. You’ll want to cry. I’m sorry, I was selfish. I still am. I’ve always been. But you knew that, and you also know you’ve never been able to accept my apologies. So, instead, you can look at me. You can hate my dead body. You can cry. It’s okay, you were never selfish and I despised you for that. But now I love you for it, because you won’t be selfish. You won’t hate me. Maybe you’ll forgive me. You’ll listen to me, you’ll remember me, and you’ll cry for me.
@dream
Thanksgiving
It was the weekend before Thanksgiving and I was a recent graduate, living and working in Philadelphia. I was new to experiencing life in the United States as a whole as I hailed from India.
I was walking back to my apartment with a handful of groceries, when I heard someone crying behind me. I wheeled around to see a guy in his early twenties sobbing on the phone. I was in a culture shock and was unsure if I should approach him; not knowing how people in the US reacted to displays of emotion.
He yelled, “Why do I care? Because you are my fucking brother. Now I will be alone for Thanksgiving.”
He was still on the phone, gasping for breath in between loud sobs, tears streaming down his ruddy face, comingled with the snot running from his nose. I had to do something, culture shock be damned.
As I approached him he screamed again, “Well fuck you. I just wanted to be with family.” He hurled the phone across the asphalt and it cracked open. The battery landed at my feet while the rest of the parts were strewn around.
I picked up the various parts and put his phone back together. The screen was cracked and it wouldn’t turn on. I handed it back to him as he continued to weep with his eyes closed. He looked so sad! He wasn’t keen on accepting the phone back so I placed it on the ledge he rested against.
“I hope it gets better for you.” I said.
He nodded his head and before I knew it I was hugging a complete stranger as he lay his head on mine and cried (he was at least a foot taller than me). We stayed like that for a minute or two and then he picked up his phone and walked away.
I walked back to my apartment with my groceries for one. I never saw him again. But every once in a while, I wonder about him. Did he ever reconcile with his brother? Does he have a family of his own?
I hope he found what he was looking for...