Raindrops on short grass blades,
The smell of wet earth filling up our senses,
Running wild through lush green gardens
Carefree, without armour or defenses.
We rescued a new-born bird one day,
As she lay helpless in the rain,
Her nest collapsed, her siblings fled,
She squeaked and squawked but no one cared.
We took her underneath the shack
The poor, tired thing just stared
In an instant, she breathed her last
But she smiled to bid farewell, I swear.
The three of us stood hand-in-hand
As we watched this precious bird lie still,
One of us cried, the others consoled,
Which one did what, I can't recall.
This memory keeps flooding back -
Three sisters on a monsoon day,
Running wild through lush green gardens,
Standing hand-in-hand, is what remains.
Friday, April 16, 2010
A Rainy Day
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Split-Second Chance
The jet takes off into stratosphere,
Sun drops hanging like chandeliers
Amidst clear clouds.
She rocks around to some rock and roll,
I think I'm about to flip and explode
Like a supernova.
There isn't much that I can do
But linger on, on her every move
As she looks away.
I'm sitting in an airplane,
Flying as a bird,
Still caged by my emotions
With her sitting close.
I'm hoping she won't notice,
I'm praying she won't care,
There isn't much that I can hide
Underneath that stare.
She turns around and smiles at me,
A thousand rainbows ignite,
The violet mist knocks me cold
And all I see is white.
In a flash and a rhythm
She's all gone,
I just can't fathom what's going on
Until I look outside.
The rainbow's clear,
Sun drops gone,
The supernova's a shooting star
That I wished upon
For another chance
But they cheated
And all I got was a split-second romance.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
A Bad Gift
Hurry up - Don't tell anyone
Open it - With Caution
Its a gift - Unwrap it
Don't hold your breath - Just reveal it
Disappointment - Laced with
Hot tears - Hot pink ribbons
Of love - And a heart
Distraught - Mine
Hopeless - At your disposal
While you wanted - His
Someone else - Waiting in the wings
Poem Starting with a Line from Norman Dubie
The pearl slapdash of the moon is on the water
A stroke of white on black canvas
Shimmering yet blurring into its depth
As we slice through the mid-Atlantic
The grey silhouette of the ship
An iron cast mould in the dead of the night
A slow whistle floats on waves of wind
Making its way to the deck
A door opens, a head peeps out
There is a strong gust of wind
It goes back in
But in that instant
It grips the tune
Before plunging back under cover
At dawn, the sun strikes
Both corners of the ship
The bow and the stern
Gleaming in morning glory
Footsteps on the deck
A long deep breath of virgin air
Then a whistle
Slow and soft
A lonely traveller blows
A familiar tune floats back into the winds
Monday, April 12, 2010
Within
The sea shell wondered
Is there an ocean inside me?
Its vastness, its mysteries, its beauty
Contained within my hollowness?
The way man wonders
Is God within me?
Strength, Compassion, Enlightenment
Can they reside in my heart and emerge through my soul?
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Almost Mine (A Pair of Minakari Earrings)
30 poems in 30 days challenge! Day 11
Oh gorgeous one!
The turquoise and sea-green make me come alive
The silver lining with delicately engraved floral art
Take me back to the time of the maharajas
The Royal Family of the city of Jaipur
Regal aesthetics, exquisite tastes
Your name - minakari
Befits you
Mina - the Pisces Sun Sign
Shy, dreamy, divine
You make a woman
Feel like an ethereal beauty!
You were shyly hanging
In the window display
Of the busy street
But I spotted you
Hiding behind the Garnet-studded Paisleys,
That overshadowed you in size,
But not in perfection
I tried you on
I loved the way you shook against my neck
The sound you made when I turned my head
The silver drop balls hanging in perfect circles
From the silver dome
Hanging in perfect proportion
From my ears
But I was blinded by the bling of
Rhinestones - your nemesis
I picked a perfectly passe pair of
Turquoise Chandeliers with gold embellishments
From across the aisle
When I knew I should have picked you
Because the next day
You were gone.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Scenes from a Wedding
"You may now kiss the bride"
And they kissed
Sitting in the front row
A peck of innocent love
They're small smiling faces flush
The flower girl and the ring bearer
Aged four and five.
Later, they skipped along
Hand in hand
Stumbling their way to the garden fountain
Amused stares and short laughs of delight
They were oblivious to
Frolicking and splashing the day away.
At sunset
The wedding band played Sinatra
Under the white canopy
Amidst the dancing couples
They were a precious pair
He was on a mission, she was his muse
He held a sombre expression
As she twirled slowly
He carefully bent one knee
As she clumsily dipped
Suddenly he whispered something in her ear
They ran out.
Her lavender dress
Matched the frosting on the cupcakes
Just devoured, crumbs still stuck on their faces
They slept peacefully
In the last pew of the last row
Dreaming sweet dreams of happiness
As the affair continued outside.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Betel Leaves
He strums his guitar
Sitting on the porch
In the ginger night air
Wattling strings of music
Whispering a love song.
She sits next to him
Swaying, drunk on his ballad of love
She feels powerless
Like a marionette
To which he holds the strings
Tugging on desire,
On pain, on love
Inside her.
Suddenly, she grasps his arm
Like a tigress' talon grasping its prey
Luscious and tempestous, she leans forward
But just as suddenly, he pulls away.
She sits stunned
Its like he pulled the rug beneath her feet
And let her fall, head first, on the floor
Brusied, she gets up and begins to cry.
He laughs
A child's laugh
A wicked one
The sound makes her nauseous,
Bitterness rises like bile inside her
It reminds her of chewing betel leaves.
A fringe of cherry blossoms surround them
On this warm summer evening
But why does it feel like a cold winter night?
Thursday, April 8, 2010
A String of Pearls
A string of pearls
Smooth and soft,
Lustrous and light
The pearl oyster
Shapes its destiny
Consuming parasites
Growing its own selfish beauty
Out comes the pearl
A triumph of life's wonder
Attracted to others like it
Forming a molten string of exotic white
Loosely strung around the neck
The heartbeat of the bearer rises
Here lies intoxicating security
In this most flattering jewel
For any, for all
Round, tear drop, baroque or pear
They are all exquisite
They are all worthy of love
They are all to be treasured
Even in death it will live,
It has shown only life when alive.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Vogue Exposed
The escalator floated upward
got on the fashionista and the flirt,
on cloud nine, lost in the dream
rudely awoken by a rip and a tug
Off came her stair-caught skirt