At my desk on a newsy tuesday
I look out for a glimpse of quiet
the rays of the sun give way
a surprise rain patters
dampens the window pane
raises my spirit
Still typing away
I want to step out
I imagine people, on the roads
some shielding themselves
some welcoming
the piercing cold drops
But I can only stare
at the window
It is now hazy
Droplets devour it in a lovers' embrace
I can feel them on me
I sit and dream
recreate memory
words hidden in the sound
of the slashing rain
Scenes travel fast
some stay
But the words stay longer
like the smell
of freshly quenched soil,
like the calm chaos
after the storm
like the brown leaves
broken, scattered about
words stay longer...
like the rain
one now with the soil
immersed deep
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Dream
Dream
a land a space
where bizzare is routine
routine is offensive
either you are enriched with extraordinary powers
or somebody is running after you wanting to kill you
It is closet of red fears
purple affection
A place of black seas
milky mountains
chocolate rivers
pancake roads
of moonlight glow and twilight calm
morning chaos and afternoon bliss
evening red sun, and the night wrhite moon
A land of overflowing desires
and of memories changed
a land a space
where bizzare is routine
routine is offensive
either you are enriched with extraordinary powers
or somebody is running after you wanting to kill you
It is closet of red fears
purple affection
A place of black seas
milky mountains
chocolate rivers
pancake roads
of moonlight glow and twilight calm
morning chaos and afternoon bliss
evening red sun, and the night wrhite moon
A land of overflowing desires
and of memories changed
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Calm
I have always loved the sea. It's only natural that i do, I have lived beside it for 20 years.
I also remember the time I was a liitle girl and scared by the huge waves, scared they would swallow me. I used to run as far away as i could from them. As the years passed the sea was still mighty, my perception of it changed. I loved the sea for the very characteristics that I used to be scared of.
There is certain hidden calm in the waves thrashing on the rocks. They ebb, rising again to corrode the sand, to slowly continue its work on the rock creating moist life, shaping it. The waves rising washing away details.
Mother nature has given us another pehenomenon the majestic mountains. They are at altitudes I can't even fathom, covered in snow, white as a sheet. The afternoon sun glistening, reflecting on the snow, shining in my eyes. It sparks warmth within me and cool clamness.
Night descends quicker in the mountains. It is pitch dark, the sound of the stream below is also heard. Miles of quiet.
When the moon rises the sea is voluminous, consuming. Loud and high the waves beckon. Chaos.
The sea with its friction breathes into me conflict. The mind and heart quarreling, then reaching stillness.
The majestic mountain, panic it brings. Pitch black silence and the sweet flowing stream soothes me.
I also remember the time I was a liitle girl and scared by the huge waves, scared they would swallow me. I used to run as far away as i could from them. As the years passed the sea was still mighty, my perception of it changed. I loved the sea for the very characteristics that I used to be scared of.
There is certain hidden calm in the waves thrashing on the rocks. They ebb, rising again to corrode the sand, to slowly continue its work on the rock creating moist life, shaping it. The waves rising washing away details.
Mother nature has given us another pehenomenon the majestic mountains. They are at altitudes I can't even fathom, covered in snow, white as a sheet. The afternoon sun glistening, reflecting on the snow, shining in my eyes. It sparks warmth within me and cool clamness.
Night descends quicker in the mountains. It is pitch dark, the sound of the stream below is also heard. Miles of quiet.
When the moon rises the sea is voluminous, consuming. Loud and high the waves beckon. Chaos.
The sea with its friction breathes into me conflict. The mind and heart quarreling, then reaching stillness.
The majestic mountain, panic it brings. Pitch black silence and the sweet flowing stream soothes me.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Sea and its secrets
The vast sea
and the immense secrets it holds
the waves consume
all what is fed
darkest thoughts
feeble sandcastles
names of sceret lovers
old memories written and photographed
words spoken, unspoken
The sand by the sea
a slate
every footprint
every toy
every name
evary sandcastle
drawn
The sea a duster
with a swish of waves
takes them in
details
stories
lives
and the immense secrets it holds
the waves consume
all what is fed
darkest thoughts
feeble sandcastles
names of sceret lovers
old memories written and photographed
words spoken, unspoken
The sand by the sea
a slate
every footprint
every toy
every name
evary sandcastle
drawn
The sea a duster
with a swish of waves
takes them in
details
stories
lives
Relative Awkwardness
After a long day at work, I decided to take the bus home. It toook me 20 lazy minutes to get to my bus stop. Walking back home, simultaneously observing passers by.
Strangely this part of town, that I have recently moved into, has a host of ethnic groups inhabiting the place. So it is not a surprise to find coloured people around.
Today on the sidewalk a chinese couple, and what seemed like an African gay couple crossed each others path. Each couple looking at the other in "awk". "What are they wearing" must have been the general feeling.
To me each couple was eqaully wierd. One tiny,colourful,flowy and yellow. One loose,dreadlocky,junkie and brown.
To them either was odd and awkward. To me both of them were awkwardly dreesed. Relative awkwardness?
Strangely this part of town, that I have recently moved into, has a host of ethnic groups inhabiting the place. So it is not a surprise to find coloured people around.
Today on the sidewalk a chinese couple, and what seemed like an African gay couple crossed each others path. Each couple looking at the other in "awk". "What are they wearing" must have been the general feeling.
To me each couple was eqaully wierd. One tiny,colourful,flowy and yellow. One loose,dreadlocky,junkie and brown.
To them either was odd and awkward. To me both of them were awkwardly dreesed. Relative awkwardness?
Thursday, September 16, 2010
City Lights
City Lights
Look up at me
in patterns of surprising beauty
in happiness
and sadness
The vastness of the city
subtracted as I fly by
shapes moving in a single file
one end to another
streams of criss crossing lights
Colours,shapes,constellations, below
from my little window
I cant help
but look
to dream
to experience
the intricate possibilities
Different cities
Different lives
their golden lights
and the emanating glow
Look up at me
in patterns of surprising beauty
in happiness
and sadness
The vastness of the city
subtracted as I fly by
shapes moving in a single file
one end to another
streams of criss crossing lights
Colours,shapes,constellations, below
from my little window
I cant help
but look
to dream
to experience
the intricate possibilities
Different cities
Different lives
their golden lights
and the emanating glow
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Fury
The Rain it comes down
with a fury within
a rage
to envelope
to encircle
the earth with green brightness
to quench
the brown rust
of its thirst
slowly,
but in a rush
tear drops
unfurl, slide down
the dark robes
of the witch
reach the roots
creep up the trunk
and to the branches
the leaves,
now green, quiver
quarrle, squabble
incite more rage
the witch from above
lashes out
weeps again.
with a fury within
a rage
to envelope
to encircle
the earth with green brightness
to quench
the brown rust
of its thirst
slowly,
but in a rush
tear drops
unfurl, slide down
the dark robes
of the witch
reach the roots
creep up the trunk
and to the branches
the leaves,
now green, quiver
quarrle, squabble
incite more rage
the witch from above
lashes out
weeps again.
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