Your memory
a fridge magnet,
in my face
while I go about
my daily mundane,
daring me
to forget
its existence,
heart fighting
a losing battle,
hanging 'our' reminisces
on the clothesline
of a shortlived past,
colour & fragrance
of our union
now carried
in the womb
of an ancient wind.-
Maybe
new beginnings
are just fresh reprints
of yesterday's thoughts,
a mere change of numbers
in the calendar,
maybe a second hand sunrise,
but sometimes
life is lived
in the light
carried in the womb
of yesterday's darkness.
We live,
we survive,
we flourish
in the fertile soil
of these new beginnings.
-
Dear Life,
The deal on offer
feels like a checkmate.
The love you proffered
came with a short expiry date.
I was banking on free will,
you fed me fate.
These terms & conditions,
can we renegotiate?
-
I didn't sign up
for the lukewarm life.
Still searching
for the unscalding fire
that sparks up souls,
I scan the vast sky
for the stars
that twinkle.
No luck.
Whom should I blame?
Karma seems to be a soft target.
So karma it is .
-
A compulsion
that cannot be tamed,
a calling
that doesn't have a name,
chants offered
with divine verse,
the Holy waters and my soul,
we converse,
'Mother,unburden me
of this worldly silt,
so I align with thee,
flow without the guilt.'-
Ultimately,
we all become victims
of our memories.
Knifing through the heart,
some tear us apart.
Some taste like rain
and keep us sane.
Either way ,
we become their slaves.-