Past times once,
the table held
the remembered essence of
family laughter and sharing
meals made with a mother's love.

While she was alive,
the table was like a quilt,
keeping the monsters at bay,
forging a treaty against destruction.

But without her to tuck the corners,
to smooth the wrinkles,
to kiss the forehead gently
and wipe away the tears,
it became a blackboard;
detailing fault, listing blame,
and seeping them with the misery
of all the lost seconds.

True friendship

Life given to human ...is by the energy of creation
solar at the helm ,...we wander places
mostly lonely and face many adverse traces...

but then when we look up to the sky,
I don't know why ....a guy comes and stands by...
he is the apparition of the angels ....a friend who lends a hand
until our end
such emissaries from heaven.... unknown to human
make you feel the energy from above ....such friends then you love...

To couch it in unmistakable terms -
it's the lair of an untamed beast;
what a leaf does while fermenting
in a decomposing heap;
and the tool of a psychiatrist.

It's an indirect expression;
a bending of the head;
a lurking or a hiding,
with ambush imminent;
'tis when the sword is lowered for attack.

It's the frame the barley
is malted on
when brewing my favourite drink.

'Tis the board on which
the soggy pulp's
turned into paper sheets.

I brushed the fabric black fields
of heaven, ripping, a sliver of time
flashed lightning and unveiled
the universe speaking in one voice

With numbing relief I softly run
my fingers cross the firmament
feeling moments ripple in tune
with the song ringing in my bones

I sing with agony and pain
my only voice, I breathe in
bubbles of pure white light
but gasp with a tongue of hope
conversing in unspoken history

vermillion hot
tied up in knots
roar to the blaze
while a speed
screams
wind past
hidden eyes

CHOCOLATES
and CANDY
darkness
drizzled in Brandy

that knee shall heal
and the black
rises blue like a night
curves squeeze
the pains real
emotions feel

the ribbon hypnotic
spewing fears
swallow
every tear
drop

plan every
broken
hearted
key
on the twisted
keyboard
of Melody

...

Let me tell you the dating game can be tough
I know this is true because I had it rough

The first seemed decent to me
until I learnt she was once a 'he'
with the adam's apple clearly in sight
and a voice that gave me a fright!

Another was slim in cyberworld
and a body beautiful enough
and when I see her fats in real world
I can't run fast enough!

The third claimed to be shorter than me
and when we met, I wanted to cry
because she was a giant to me
and my confidence turned into a fly

Its been over 27 years coming
this missive or letter,
maybe poem ?

I HATE Mother’s day !!
with a passion ... I've said it ...
The sheer relief is palpitating
a load of my mind, and body,
slithers away peacefully knowingly,
just to see those words in writing,
Actually I find the words out of reach
to express my utter relief, just now

Don’t get me wrong,
It’s not that I don’t love or
want to celebrate my mother
or lack feeling for her
Oh ! it’s completely the opposite

shiver
the walls listen
the cups blow down the lonely part of town
In the hours of head space
a television moans
a captivated audience bound
bright eyed
watches hand
moving
betrayer logic
love sickness
a happiness
like layers
dust upon the worry
lines
dust upon the freckles
of moments
slipping through
reflections
and mirror selfies
invisible and
visible waves
travelling
foward
travelling
backward

I.
the summer reminds me of him
the warm rays of the sun
are his golden eyes
hitting my skin
with it’s gentle harshness
the warm wind is
his caress
a year ago
we were in love
or he was with me
I not with him
and he not with me
but the idea of me
imprinted in his mind
until I became real
and then he became real