Wednesday, March 27, 2013

He


To that world he took me,
Where endless chasms rose into hills,
And the voices of the birds traversed from within my feet
Into the waves that vibrated from my sole.
To that world he took me,
Where water glittered in the shadows of light,
And the azure of the skies faded across my fingers,
Into the veins that sprang from my wrists.
To that world he took me,
Where daffodils absorbed their own scent,
And the bees carried nature’s pollen,
Into the breath that fertilized my mind.
To that world he took me,
Where my heart slumbered upon my shoulder,
And the whips of his love eased beyond my arms,
Into the lips, that were mine no more.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Paper


The paper bends on itself, fluttering in the wind.
What control does it have on what you print?
What control does it have on its colour and size,
On the honesty of your words or the art of lies?
And yet it preserves in its fibres your scent,
You forgot what you meant, but behold,
It bent.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Fly


She plucked ‘em off,
Feather by feather,
They had made her soar,
But now she knew better.
She doesn’t need the skies,
When she can own the lands,
She doesn’t need ‘em wings,
She got ‘em in her hands..