Square One

Retracing footsteps,

Going back to the start,

Taking down these walls,

Burning these bridges,

Searching for my old heart.

Excruciating pain,

Will not take me away

No, I will not stop

Running back to the past,

Coming back to that day.

Reliving each moment,

Remembering how She was,

How She thought, how She felt

How She have always been,

Before She irrevocably turns to dust.

Smoke*

Smoke is contagious, smoke is blinding: beware

Do not be entrapped by its soothing, gentle care.

Smoke fills the room with subtle pain,

Smoke can kill you, but because smoke can tame:

Every intake, two, three seconds

Every puff, four, five,

Smoke can make you feel alive.

*written as requested

Anticipation

Swept, wiped, fluffed

Thawed, fried, simmered

Garnished, poured, served

Laundered, dried, pressed

Shampooed, towelled, curled

Powdered, sprayed, strapped

Checked, double-checked, done

Sat, read, waited

Walked, peeked, paced

Sat,

Peeked,

Walked,

Sipped,

Sat,

Ate,

Peeked,

Sat,

Washed, dried, kept

Checked, double-checked, none

Shampooed, towelled, combed

Wiped, dried, slept.

Longing

(the writer's second attempt at spoken word poetry)

I stand here, in front of you,

Through the glass window, I see you,

And stare at you lovingly,  I do.

Longing to hold you hand, I beckon

The warm winds to bring you close

The singing birds to whisper my words of love,

To you, my dearest, my everlasting song.

Wishing to be next to you, I reconcile

With the earth to pull me near,

And land me right at your side:

You know I’ll always be here.

If I could, I would open my arms

And enclose you in these boughs of love.

So that when the cold winds blow,

And when the wave grow strong,

You would be safe, you won’t be alone.

I stand here, in front of you,

Through the swivel door, I hear you,

And wait for you to call my name, I do.

Because

My lips tremble as I speak your name,
Careful not to break into tears, I take a deep breath
Hold me, I tell you, as you walk into the room
You sigh, and understand: this is another round
Perhaps another sad movie,
Perhaps another heartbreaking song.
Or maybe fear, or maybe guilt.
You hold me anyway, and wipe away my tears,
And you never ask me why, you just know
Because you always know why; hence I love you so.

Jeremiah 29:11

The grey skies, they beckoned
a morning of stillness, silence, chills.
I opened my eyes, and tried to ignore
the news that awaited me.
Defied my fears, I did;
the anxiety I could not bear.
So I opened the note,
held my breath,
whispered a prayer,
peeked once,
peeked twice:
NO, I could not deny what it bore,
nor could I wish it unread.

Closing the note, I sighed,
Told myself, at least I tried.

The grey skies parted,
And made way for the sunlight:
I too shall find my grey clouds part
On my way to a brighter path.

Lackadaisical

I took some pen and paper,
Tried to put some words together    
Alas! None.


Dozed off for a bit, then tried for it:
Hopeless, I was better in my dreams.


Threw my pen away.
Crumpled the paper.
Made strong coffee.
Ate some bread.
Watched the news.


I took once again, the pen, and new sheets,
Tried to put some dreams together,
Alas!