When She Goes
When she goesIn her blue dressAnd pearls What will I do? When they send herInto the fireThe last I will see Of her How will I move? She’s all I can seeIn the ocean of my mindHer greyed hairHer drooping eyesHer tiredness Yet stronger stillIs her presence in meThe woman I knew30 years ago The…
“Do you regret marrying Dad”I ventureWondering if she knowsWhy I ask “No, I don’t regret it” There is a pregnant pauseA naked silence “Why not?”I ask, undeterred “I don’t believe in the word regret” she offers Meanwhile,My brain is busy decodingwhat she’s saying “It doesn’t matter what you believe, but the wordexists mom”I mutter in…
Ripe with aMalfeasanceThat threatensTo engulf meWhole Round, fulland yellowWith that lingeringScentAn inviting sweetnessTo biteInto juicy flesh You’d buy them for meAnd I’d reject them Only to takethem homeReluctantly,If only to stopYou from eatingThemand hurtingYourself Your colonCan’t take itThe two operationsThe growing cancerpushing intoYour peritoneum When you eat mangoesyour intestines get blockedAnd your pain escalates The…
If I can bring it back to mindThis is how it must have looked like,When I was a child The cotton candy, the pink,The lights,The cool night airOn my skin Cries of joy and mirthAt the thrill of being swung aroundOn the OctopusAs you held my handWrapped up in your armsI was secure in the…
Ever felt like a relationship you had was like a stone in your shoe? What does it mean? How do you make sense of it. What’s really going on? Is it your fault?
I rediscovered recently on an older blog of mine that I had forgotten about. My entries in that blog really spoke to me and reminded me of the person I am deep inside, someone that went into hiding for a long time. I wonder if in the process of being married and building a life…
When old memories, creep upOn you like thatAnd when dust filtersThrough the lightAnd the past isCaptured.In a tiny capsule It follows you backInto the still reposeOf sudden silencesAnd the dogs barkingThe hours drawn outAgainst the day, washed-outLike an overexposed Polaroid The taste feeds back intoThe heart;Into an eternal place thatThe years passingCannot touch And the…