Alight

This little girl and I, we have spent many laughs together, to the envy of most others. I have been strung to her lonely finger for longer than I care to remember.

We have bounced, danced and squeaked at each other, I more than her. I have loved her and she, me, her sky coloured pink in my wake only.

I stand suspended in the air by that little finger she has tied to the ends of me.

This season of air is called spring. How her hand holds my string, feels like warmth in winter.

As we face light, I dance effortlessly. Her grip loosens. She is getting ideas.

As I let her go ... I rise.

My Soul Sister

A precious flower, in a beautiful glass case, rooted to the tip of the highest mountain, coloured brighter than the sun, wrapped in the cosy comfort of a rainbow.

That’s my sister. A fairy tale’s fairy tale princess.

A protected warrior, up in arms when required and sometimes just for fun. Oh how colourless life would be without her. She can single-handedly light up a city of darkness. A hardest day, made simple in her company. The rainbow in the sky of my life, nature's little miracle, my sister.

The Conversation Killer

Meetings with the conversation killer
Leave me in the want for silence
For in the incidental quiet between us
I find chaos rising.

This butcherer of words
Is not a friend in the least
A companion he may have come to be
Another Me in the making.

This unlikely hero
Engulfs me in his voiceless waters
Suffocating me now and resuscitating again
Becoming the cause and effect of the same.

Floating Slippers

We may have come to meet today
But we had been tied together
Many days ago till our toes
Parted to find another way.

The Longest Night

Silently I wait, like a guardian of the night
While you thread your words with others,
Not even as much as a glance at I
Who waits, like an empty vessel in the rain.

Stop and Stare

Flowing like an agile river

The smooth side of rashness

Never say you know

For knowledge by nature

Is infinite

So swing back and forth

Back to then and run to now

For eternity is

                       Running out

                                         My friend.

All I can be

Visions of all I am

All I can be

All that I have chosen to be

Like a ripple in the sea

Limitations of me I have perceived

What it would be like to just Be.

All that is contained in me

I am unable to see.

To be, is the freedom I seek.

The waters that reach the shore

Yearn to go beyond

One push, and another and a third one

And it can see what lies beyond the horizon.

Forever, the valley of my dreams

Nurture and stay green

Grow ever more

Give and give some more.

Not My Own

I am not thinking what others have not

Thought before

I am not fighting what others have not

Fought before

The battle fought can be lost to death

But finally ends at the very beginning.

Haiku

Silently talking

On mysterious lanes walking

Discovery begins

Earrings

A leaf sneakily falling to the ground

A celebratory poetry of sound

Playful excellence blending

Into a crescendo, then melting.

In Between

In a battle between the past and the future, who would win?

Between what will be and what has been?

Barter the past or erase it completely,

And dare to dream a future without it.

Wash your hands off what has been

And swim in the waters of what is to follow.

Cut the umbilical cord,

If you think it ensures no sorrow.

Cleverly impatient to see what happens next,

Disconnecting from the pages of the golden text.

But know this, what runs in your veins is yesterday, not tomorrow

It was created in the past,

The wealth which you conveniently borrow.

Pieces

I clutched the left side of my chest,

Where my heart resides,

To stop it from breaking into pieces.

Time, has a way of holding back,

What you want to leave behind,

Until that very pain pleases.

A Force Forever

Father holding daughter’s hand,

An interdependent feeling of growing together,

Tell me, Dad, should we walk or run?

You and I, a force forever.

The child in you,

Now here resides,

In the hole that is in me

And that keeps me alive.

We will grow wiser,

And you will remain,

The same old boy,

In the spaces of my young mind.

Let’s not stop and wait for the others,

We don’t run for them, but we travel together,

Hand-in-hand, heart-in-heart,

Brothers this moment , and friend in another.

We protect and preserve

The forces that bind us

A memory in a photograph

Because that’s all we have.

But we will act, not lose face or suffer,

Sing, dance and pray to be heard

Dad, take my hand, we’ll walk awhile longer

You and I, the force grows stronger.

In the Dead of Night

When hearing the dogs barking is the only sign that you are alive
You know you are doing something wrong
Or something so right.

When my thoughts die down
And my fingers can't find the nerve to type
You know you are a part of something so wrong
Or something so right.

When the chill of the winter
Feels warm inside
You know you are amidst the wrong
Or playing your cards right

When the night becomes a friend
And you become a stranger to yourself
Then it all seems so wrong
But it feels right

When you are in the space
That is undefined
Then what is wrong
And what is right?

Staging a coup

In this moments of complete lack of worry, I am now, not yesterday or tomorrow. Not a minute late nor a second early, in my little bubble of sorrow, or laughter I swim. Fully submerged in the wonderfulness of this coruscating brightness. There is nothing sweeter than the sweetness of this peace that I experience in the waters of now.

Blue is the colour, the touch of velvet and the sound is like the sudden black out of the senses.