Saturday, 17 March 2018

Two

17:49:00
here’s to two 
same hair
different eyes
mirror selfies
seldomly smile
on the field
by the arrow
room locks
wash and spin
cleans the kitchen
watching movies
out about 
staying in 
all about
their own dreams
water drips
hurricanes
thunderstorm
red sirens
eleventh hour
both can’t promise
forever.

take care
care less
good morning
worse nights
phone calls
one text
answer
decline
now
later
probably 
never.

stay
leave 
laugh
cry
done
doomed
come
back 
better
not 

again.

Monday, 12 March 2018

Him/You

09:18:00
my heart shattered as
he banged the door 
and swoop the car keys
into his pocket 
my back slouched 
into the leather couch
when he drifted 
and signaled towards
the opposite street
it was hanky panky-
parting me by 
parting ways
leaving me to
leave me hanging
my arms aren't Babylon
although they stretch far
enough to wrap around
his waist every night,
and spiced up with 
parties after every fight-
i danced with the moon 
because it looked like
you suited up in a tuxedo
without a bow nor a tie
because you couldn't choose
but you showed up with
 a red shirt because 
it was my favourite on you.
and the stars are the only 
personal treasures that we
share because you said 
that we are looking at the same
ones when we're far
and i'm distant from your body
but never a stranger to your soul
i know, your eyes told me so.

he took his cap and his sweater,
he ain't coming home tonight.
how could i believe that 
i could find happiness at another
place overnight 
when your laughter is my roof
and your smile makes me feel home

my heart broke
as he banged the door
911 can't save me 
hence i dialed your number,
but he came back with
a needle and thread
as you were connected.

-i hung up again.


 

Saturday, 10 March 2018

Train Ride

06:10:00
lying my head against the coach walls to sooth mere neckpains
makes me think if it will be softer 
to tilt on your arms 
the air feels ghostly, even the digital commercials can’t chase the hollowness but will it be a merry playground with your laughter as you show me pictures on the Internet that amuse you while we sing to the same playlist
will we hum a concert and the seats are our stage?
i’m tired of the waiting game but will i win if i play with your fingers tapping on my thigh  and run to avoid getting tagged when i try to grip them? 
will this train ride be less lonely,
a little less lonely when you wake me up while
brushing my cheeks to tell me 

that we have arrived?