Fire like a thousand sunsets
A tidal wave of shades
Dancing as a living being
Dieting as it fades
Oxygen ignited
Breath of life that saves
Spreading like a sickness
Ashes to the graves
Funny as it consumes
Just how humans behave
Flames go out in time
Humans cannot be saved
The night before our trip I dream again
of Syrian women bending to kiss the dry
lips of their dead children.
At noon we roll along the
turnpike riding the ridges
and valleys under a brittle blue,
fleeced with white trailing to the south.
At five, we pick our way through
the gray towns east of Pittsburgh.
After dinner she plays on my lap
burbling, soft hands scruffling my
cheeks, delighting in stubble and
I find her later in night-light shadows
with her father- my son- gently rocking.
A baby bottle empty, slipped to the floor.
What is it that you hold for me?
So tender yet so passionate,
So sensitive yet so ferocious,
So loving and caring and arousing.
Do your eyes gleam with desire?
Or wet with affection
When you hold this flower to me?
Who ARE you, above all?
Are you an angel
Bringing eternal love and
Warmth to my hermitage?
When you ask,
“May I come?”
Do you come with
Love for me?
Or merely with an inner fire
That will burn me
The moment I touch you?
What is this feeling you have about me?
That even you don’t know.
Along a plain the river flows,
Turns, slopes and thus goes
Forward to the destination.
It runs and listens
The call of oceans
None stands as its obstruction.
One day along with its all
The river suffers a great fall
It screams till it loses everything.
The name is not found
Amid its scaring sound
It loses the song what it could sing.
Yet it looks for a plain
As it must flow again
But in the deep nothing it can recall.
The scream attracts a cow boy
Near the falling water to enjoy
He names it amazingly ‘water-fall’.
Thus, the river becomes a water-fall
Offers an awesome beauty to people
But retains the urge to flow again.
Slowly it fills up the deep
And raises its head to peep
Gets finally a valley of smooth plain.
Who dares to stop it now?
It jumps on the plain somehow
Starts flowing and singing the lost song.
River again becomes river,
Runs not to stop ever–
Continues its journey, maybe, short or long.
I like when you speak to me in English
Slowly
So I can take in every word
Not miss a thing
I like when you pose for me
Stare at me
Looking right through me
Pleasing me with your sensual aura
We talk, we laugh, we fight a little
I hold you in my nucleus
You are dynamite
Ready at the switch
You are me
I am you
Volatile
Fighting for position
This is love
Stolen or otherwise
Mark my words
Stay for tea
And then I will ask you
To take off your clothes
Let me drink you in
And float for a little while…
when promises come, and float away, like dandelion fluff in the
breeze
when your eyes turn inward to find out why, you ever even tried to
believe.
when you remember the time and the place that you felt your heart
break,
and swallowed the lump in your throat.
that is where you try to prepare, for the beginning of the end.
all the while, this foolish, childish heart yearns for the strength to
keep hoping, keep trying,
keep treading further down this dead end road.
Funny, or maybe not… that I laugh and tell others, “run, Forrest
run!”
but have not the will to run for myself.
I feel the hot tear on my cheek, as yet another page turns toward the
ending of this love story.
“When will you learn”… the words of well-meaning friends, has been
asked of me all my life.
When it comes to affairs of the heart……. NEVER, seems to be my
constant answer.
If the choice must be made to not love, or to feel passion, love and
loss.
I have already chosen.
as another tear slips slowly from my eye. I resolve to ask brain to
make heart sit the next step out.
heart, go sit quietly with your memories, and try not to ache as we
pull us up, and prepare to look at the day with blinders off.
This will hurt a bit.
“You are too hard and inflexible!”
You chide me, your face on fire
“You are overly sensitive and emotional!”
I point out, tactfully reverting the chiding.
But deep within I know,
I was too harsh on you
(Not that I wanted to, in a way I had to)
And I also know
That I have become hard and inflexible
Like a plant, after intermittent beatings
Of the weather, grows into a massive tree
Nothing can bend.
But all the same your sweet self,
Funny, silly and cute self
Reminds me how once I was.
You are several years older than me
Do I envy you for your inborn gentleness
Still staying with you?
No my darling, no.
I only fill with fear
Fear for you being transformed
Into myself,
On a day not far away.
Love comes and goes
Usually not on a timetable
There’s no formula for the right love
But stay in the game always
Never quit
Open yourself up
Don’t be afraid
He’ll find you
Or you’ll find him
It’s a dance
A celebration
Not without pain
But always worth it
Just because…
Let me live an unbuttoned life
To feel the sorrows of the society,
And allow myself to circumscribe
By a divine girdle of honesty.
Let me spend the tumultuous days
To break dozing and day dreaming
And to rub the depressed to erase
The loneliness to make life cheering.
Let me enjoy the dreamful nights
To obtain a zeal for better tomorrow
And a luminous knowledge which fights
To drive out the darkness of sorrow.
Let me enjoy a delightful intermission
To establish myself on the peak of pleasure.
And return again with a new incarnation
To reform the society with suitable measure.