High Flying

You birds,
Do you pity me?
My feet forever tied
To the ground beneath.
Arms unfit for flight
When the wind calls
I am powerless
Home
Where is that?

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Bone-Dry

The summer sun does beckon
I imagine unfurling
Under the wide sky
Had I been as I was years back
I would have
That ballad ended
The silence that invaded
Is solitary; my heart pumps
Grief to the serenade
Of summer breeze.

Berth

In front of that vast ocean,
I only see myself.
Not you.
Not her.
Not him.
I only ever see myself in that dream.
The waves crash into waves,
What they bring never stays.
I sleep by the shore,
Where the seashells sing a soothing song.
Some days, I fall asleep like a newborn.
Some days, I am sleepless – a convict, restless
In the cradle that turns into a prison.


Featured Image: Bermuda by Winslow Homer

 

Mirage

You do not say a word
Yet, I fall apart.
I come crashing down
In this space between us
So immense, this distance
That devours every word I utter.
This space that cuts off
The sight of your face
I chase an afterimage.
You do not say a word
Because you are not there.
I know.
I know this by heart
Still, I fall apart.

Binding

Suspend the space around
So nothing gets in and nothing gets out
Attachment is a cruel thing,
Building bridges underground
Without you knowing.

Suspend the space about
Let nothing in and let nothing out
Longing is a sentimental fiend,
Entangling you in a web of lies,
And before you realize
You cannot move an inch.

Muse

I.

I dream of the yellow sun
Of green leaves
Of you
Like light peering through the holes
You are scattered throughout my monologues.

II.

In another life,
I am iridescent
My canvas spans the sky
You see me shifting colors
Every time you step outside.

III.

Our parting is momentary
In my reveries
You are ever present
We return again and again
The ebb and flow of two oceans
To the same shore
Where you are mine
And I am yours to hold.