Saturday, February 28, 2015

Global




In a dream world of English breakfasts,
Portuguese wines, Indian spices, Spanish songs,
Our brown skins will gather tan on French leaves.

Your songs, Thinking Out Loud, and word games,
Kissing through words of poetry- Hafiz and Rumi,
Red FM screaming through the kitchen windows.

Your atheism, my running between beliefs-
Christianity, spirituality and Zen Buddhism
All melting against the love-light in your eyes.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Humdrum


The days have been so humdrum,
With blue sleepless hazy midnights
Words in blank ink scattered across
Scores of white scraps of paper.

You needed a few words from me,
Just to chase away the wild blues;
May be I was at a loss for words
With boundaries drawn around;

Now the colours are out on show,
In purple, indigo, green and white;
The shades of blue and black
Ink scattered on these blank pages.

Two spheres in  their orbits are
Two fools who can’t be fooled.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Stepford

There were forgotten words and broken promises;
Hues matched, songs played and dreams shared
From a springtime of love in another sacred space
That comes back in full riot in your shining eyes.

A world that was lost for not being a Stepford,
With long hair, obedience or even a loyal heart,
A world that was built upon years of dreams
That this elemental water had lost in time.

In the meantime, our definitions have changed;
From two strangers lost in a strange dream;
Obeying rules and breaking no boundaries,
Going from day to day without any joys.

With you, I am a sun that needs to rise and shine,
That meets your mischief with a matching hue.

Angst

Your words fill my heart with a strange emotion; it’s like seeing me in a mirror, a million crossroads ago. The words bring new possi...