your mornings
my nights
our days
no senseless fights
comforting solace
strange deep connection
nothing heartless
just a fascination
for simple things
no bling
so much joy
they always bring
like a child
i frantically turn and search
while you graciously hide
a stranger out of reach
we will find each other
someday somehow somewhere
may the bold morning sun gently shine on you
my far away cherry blossom…won’t you take care?
the earth shakes
and intense rain falls
beautiful whales are no more
while ribbons are cut to open new malls
misty eyes
isolation everywhere
so much ignorance and fear
people scared to say they care
for the one who is different
comes from another place
part of humanity
coded as another race
small children play
in a big park
babies wake up
to the song of the lark
the man sees the macaroons
remembers that his wife once loved them
his eyes say the story
In his heart he still holds her memory like a precious gem
i walk
for a very long time
indulge in reminiscence
think about this life of mine
i close my eyes grateful for the day
in my dream the night sky gifts me a snowflake
the rain stops to fall
the earth stops to shake
the loud noises make me quiet
i choose to hear
just your breathing
when you are anywhere but near
what’s a continent
or two
cherry blossoms grow
for me and you
in lands
far from their home
i can’t wait
to simply roam
indulge in learning
decipher strife
search for the many versions of truth
love and life
in your silence
i hear ancient stories untold
i will reach out one day
when i am bold
i close my eyes
taste the jasmine tea
dare to think about you
and me
stuffed brown bears with red bows
begin to fill the brightly lit shopping aisles
another festive season comes along
listening to christmas music we wonder how time flies
the wish lists
slowly appear
simple gift ideas
quickly disappear
my wish list is ready
with what i desire most in this this heart of mine
one gift is all I need this festive season
the precious gift of time
Photo by Fredrik Öhlander on Unsplash
i go back
in time
wrap myself
in warm memories of a life time
see clay lamps
burning bright
during the
festival of light
night glows
sparkles everywhere
little gifts and big hugs
for the one you care
streets full of happy people
looking for presents
another cup of kheer
no one resents
time to light clay lamps
erase all fear
time to celebrate
it is that time of the year
happy diwali…happy deepavali…
Photo: msvitriphotos
many are busy this weekend
asking people to get out and vote
i am busy checking for survival gifts
i need to find how to donate a goat
while some choose to sleep in
on voting day
somewhere in the world
people are killed for trying to have their say
not entirely sure
how we got to so many factions
in our most intimate moments
so many distractions
in the midst
of senseless noise
i can’t sometimes hear
my own child’s voice
i slowly sip my cardamon chai
close my eyes and bite into my avocado toast
realize that on this sunday and always
meeting you is what i want the most
Photo by The HK Photo Company on Unsplash
…read about the night that still fall like fish…
The wind drops violins, my ducks are misaligned,
and the day that you created is winding up
and winding down.
I’ve spread the margarine of time
across the bread and crossed it out.
I need no answers, Alícia,
to questions no-one asked.
Cakely words by Sara Lee
are baking in the oven
and I don’t know who’s to blame.
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