my restless heart
wander lusting for the
monotony to end
Category: Poetry
Sisters
When we were young,
when you and I, you and me, we used to listen to the sea.
Now we live so far away,
in different places; foreign places so far away from where we used to listen to the sea.
Without knowing why,
at a random time of the day,
you and I, you and me, we will listen from afar to the sea.
Her Sea
Caught off guard.
She moves like the waves of the ocean,
diaphanous fabric flowing like water.
A look my way.
She beckons me to swim in her ocean
and ride the waves of her wild sea.
Consumed by sea fabric.
Not a Rose
Elegance in abundance. A beautiful flower in a sea of ordinary flowers.
Standing there, gosh, I would have believed you were a rose.
Now, knowing what I know, you are an Oleander. A beautiful toxic Oleander.
Oh, how I hate you, and I wish I didn’t know.
Mango Midnight
Cafe latte chatter at midnight
Street markets on a warm spring night
The street vibe under the bright lights
You and I sit by the sea light
Midnight mango Lassi with moonlight
Fresh Cut Grass
A springtime feeling.
Green grass growing,
mellow sunshine,
& blooming flowers.
A Monet in motion.
Crickets make music,
birds chat & gossip,
& random cats stalk.
A cup of tea afternoon.
Gathering your thoughts,
staring at the backyard,
& smelling fresh cut grass.
A Monet in motion.
Crickets make music,
birds chat & gossip,
& random cats stalk.
A cup of tea afternoon.
Gathering your thoughts,
staring at the backyard,
& smelling fresh cut grass.
Bubbles
Asleep with your eyes open,
each bubble forms with a thought inside.
Between two states of mind,
bubbles are forming and cluttering the house.
Awake, you dance around
the house, popping and sampling your thoughts.
My Season
A wild rain soaks the ground,
the wind whips the rain coming down,
the temperature drops down.
My beloved winter season,
I must bid you farewell once again,
to welcome another spring.
I will miss the cold winter nights,
yet I must let you go,
to move towards the north again.
A Sea Composition
You cast a spell on the crowd
with the rhythm of your metre.
Your words danced around the hall,
whooshed into their ears like waves,
galloped along wildly in their minds.
You spoke the last few words,
no more than a sea whisper.
My Ghost
A house by the sea,
full of one ghost.
She lives with me,
my gaunt, tired ghost.
I see her during the day,
I see her during the night,
she lives with me,
for I am this very ghost.
C & K 