Saturday, February 26, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
A Note. Just a Note
It's three in the morning.
I'm burning.
Mother gave me my body
Father gave me my name
You gave me the northern star.
I'm here. Everything breaks.
I'm here. Waves bleed.
Matariki, in seven sisterly pieces
Cold poses. postures for the diamond.
That blind god. Everything turns
Everything.
Burns. Raves.
It's three in the morning
I'm crying the skies down.
I'm crying the Milky Way down
Soldiers in files
Paper tigers to roar.
Dear Seraph,
Hear me. Tear me up.
Where's my crown?
Will no one give it back to me?
"A fortnight dead"
Again. Life.
Heaven's child.
She. And her flowers.
And her light.
And her light....
On The Coldest Night
On the coldest night
Your hands are blue
Your God is there
He is crying too
On the coldest night
The creatures roam
The Northern Light
Has got no home
On the coldest night
You lose your race
Dreams arise
By the fireplace
On the coldest night
You hide your sighs
Your saddest songs –
They kiss the skies
On the coldest night
Angels dance
In your wounds
To steal your trance
On the coldest night
That bitter breeze
Reminds you
Your disease
On the coldest night
You etch your name
In your faith,
Your Bethlehem
On the coldest night
The moon is bleak
You stare at her
With words to speak
On the coldest night
Your altar bleeds
With your thirst
And all your needs
On the coldest night
Your pain is true
Your God is there
He’s crying too…
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Remembrance
The last time
i had smiled
without any particular reason to be happy
was when i saw
a stray lotus floating
in the pond which was there
right beside my house;
The sun was going down.
This was seven years back.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)