Late

He is late

As usual

She is late

Unusual

She remembers

Their first date

He was late

And usual is

Established!

He is late

As usual

She is late

Unusual

He remembers

Their first argument

Their fear

She was late

New usual?

She knows

He knows

Unspoken

Heart truth.

After the tenth cycle

Of expectations and

Fears, they rest

Arguments end.

He is late

As usual

She is late

Unusual.

Life continues uninterrupted.

February 10, 2020

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They met!

They met eventually

In a jumble sale

Under a bridge

By the busy river

The endless traffic

On land, on water

The opposites of one!

They met accidentally

In a jumble sale

He was looking

for a jumper

She was looking

for a bikini

Is it a wintry summer

Or a warm winter?

There is always a summer

There is always a winter

The polarity of one

Between Earth and Sun

A conspiracy of opposites

To seep through

The soul of one.

A theory by the name

Of soulmates unproven

So remains a hope

For the helplessly hopeful

Not to see the contradictory

Of being.

They met in a hodgepodge

Unaware!

February 6, 2020

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Winter, summer

A little man made of dusty water!

The dusty water once got constipated

Over wet sand and dirt

And so gathered its stodgy shapelessness

Into a bulk of human appearance

And got garnished with snowflakes.

A little man made of dusty water!

His friend, a child of four or five years, called

Him Winter and splashed him with

The leftovers of Christmas decorations.

And Winter wondered the land grumpy

Complaining about the snowflakes.

For love is given not earned

For love is bestowed not won

For love is another avalanche

The winter-man Winter feared

And run in search of summer.

A little man made of dusty water!

They told him to head south

They told him to head north

For wherever he is, she is not there.

On the way, he met a wise earthworm

And the truth downed on him.

Do you live in the hope of love

Or die in its arms?

A little man made of dusty water!

He became an inventor

To bring together

Summer and winter

Sadly for Summer

He’s fallen in love

With invention

She is lonely on the beach

He is stuck in a refrigerator freeze!

Do you live in the hope of love

Or die in its arms?

February 6, 2020

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Summer, winter

Her name is Summer

Always arguing for winter

Even in the mist of blizzards

A case of wishing for the opposite

The unreachable.

In winter she remembers

Her name with nostalgia

Always arguing for winter

But it is here she turns

The uncommitted.

Between seasons she is known

For her silence and confusion

Always arguing for winter

Even in blizzards but her

Name is Summer.

February 5, 2020

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Water on the roof

Reflections sparkle in the morning sun

On the roof

Frozen and flowing crisis larking about

On the roof

Staring eyes bouncing pupil fixated

On the roof

Frozen and flowing crisis lurking about

On the roof

Accumulating thoughts running around

On the roof

The roof collapses

Water seeps through

Like life

Wasted

A child is thirsty sitting

On the roof.

February 3-4, 2020

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On her lips

A bamboo pen writes

On her lips shades of color appear

An apple breaks sweetness

I imagine love but never

Experienced the feeling in

A kiss planted on

Her lips part and close

A tulip in spring time revives

A bee collects honey from

Her lips part and close

My heart sings and shudders beating

Senses depart to

Her lips part and close

My heart sings and shudders beating

On her lips I rest.

September 1, 2019

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Strangling breath

In the heat

Two smells emerge

Over powering the senses

In the heat

The sun boils the skin

And leaves target marks for wasps

In the heat

The sweat fills the locker rooms

The perfumes kill the ozone zone

And left

The homeless soul lonely on the streets

In heat strangling the last breath

Of hey fever stricken corpse.

Left alone …

August 18, 2019

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