i beg you
to understand
you need to bloom
not just stand
i can warm you up with my hairdryer
or hold my polka dot umbrella over you
sorry I know I am being selfish
forgot to ask how do you do?
it is spring
time for flowers to blossom
i think if you open up
you will look more than awesome
i am on my knees now
can you hear me croon?
sinatra version of killing me softly
dear tulip i beg you please bloom
Photo: Sobhana JM
time to take elephants for a walk
down by the river
pick a cozy green spot
and bring out the silver
for elephants love to dine
in great style
why do we thank the earth
only once in a while?
so much beauty
so much pain
we take so much
when there’s so little to gain
time to gaze
into my elephant’s eyes
play on the grass
sleep under the skies
one life to live
one earth to adore
a date with an elephant
i ask no more
ps: happy earth day
and one day soon
i will go to the moon
take a quick break
one wednesday noon
between meetings
writing two-page briefing notes
i will pay with bitcoin
for my ride and root beer floats
in a faraway place
where the standard time is gmt+10
a stranger lives (alone?)
my angst he seems to understand
together we may go to the moon
with ripped jeans and purple bandanas
have a picnic lunch
with ice wine and mini bananas
talk about ways to get around
with compass cards
from 1100 chestnut st
watch the summer stars
and then to darling harbour
we will fly away
have cake and coffee at soul origin
one stormy day
reflect on maya and the sorrow of androids
laugh about collecting dreams and getting through life
i will get the blueberry jam and brie
you get the sparkling champagne and ceramic knife
together for the first time
we will have dinner
until dawn talking about spirals paired
there’s no saint and sinner
will you reach out
never…or soon?
a break with me perhaps
one wednesday noon?
clay mugs
cold shrugs
many miles
no friendly smiles
muddy stairs
nobody cares
for the man with no six-pack
or a shirt on his bruised back
just colorless tears tricking down his white cheeks
people rush from the sky train onto the streets
our eyes meet
hearts beat
i give a cup of coffee
a plain croissant with no toffee
he bites his snack and his trembling lips
takes a few sips
as i walk away
done with the kind deed for the day
he sits on the cold concrete floor with young aching bones
remembering the years when he laughed and played eating blue ice cones
i sip my assam tea and eat my toast as sunday morning rolls in
i hope he was warm last night and gets to sleep in
and when he wakes up soon
brunch will be served for him at noon
multigrain bagel with avocado and whipped cream cheese
a cup of hot coffee and a gentle afternoon breeze
for none of us is without honour
everyone deserves to have someone in their corner
they say love is in the air
and betrayal?
the kind that does not hide
but stands right beside
the one who holds you
takes time to know you
wipes away your unseen tears
uproots your unknown fears
sheds tear after tear when yours refuse to fall
hear your silent call
year after year day and night
ready to be with you fight your fight
they say love is in the air
and betrayal?
i know it does not have the heavenly fragrance of a winter night
where warm apple cider warms our hearts and makes us blissfully light
nor does it have the exotic fragrance of a dark summer night
when white jasmine flowers blossom among vines entangling in a playful fight
i tell you betrayal is like a blanket that wraps you up when you are warm
and slides away when you are cold and in the way of harm
hear me when i say it stands with you when you are being embraced
and walks away when you are left alone cleaning up the dusty statue of the disgraced
when love is in the air
i say dare to dream again and dare to care
hug your angst real tight one last time and then forever let it go
for life is more than maya and much more than you and i will ever know
Photo Credit: pixabay.com
make a strong cup of tea
or coffee with fair trade beans
have a chocolate croissant and a nap
before the next poem hits your screens
this is a teaser
about a poem coming your way
about life
and the meaning of astray
Picture credit: Giuliamar
pixabay.com
i wish i could fly with dragonflies
across gray skies
to far away lands
with tender coconuts and crimson sands
where the warm breeze
stops to kiss the monsoon draped streets
where paper kites touch the blue skies
do you like the glass bangles and kajal in my eyes?
Photo credit:
http://traveltriangle.com/blog/most-colorful-places-in-india/
