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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Hush baby hush

Summer time and cotton high and the

Song goes for the baby in cradle

Hush baby hush

No!

No sneezing now

No coughing either

Hush baby hush

Your dada’s sleeping an’

Your mama’s missing

Shopping

Meeting a lover

Meeting a friend

Who cares

She has dada’s credit card

Dada’s sleeping with dreams

His mistress

No sneezing now

No coughing either

Hush baby hush

Killer flowers can’t get you

Hey fever is temporary

Like everything in life

Cotton is no more

Hush baby hush

New episode of the latest craze on tv

Your dada’s phone is ringing an’

Your mama’s messaging is spiralling

Out of control

Like everything in life

Cotton is no more

But

You remain fragile so

Hush baby hush.

August 17, 2019

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Omelet breakfast

Trickles of heatwave sweat

Drops flow in engraved tunnels on the

Face side limping

Fever they say

Got hold of my soul

Made me a wild beast

Hundreds of voices in my head

Images flicker behind my retina

Colouring my iris

Wake up! I order myself

Dragging my dead corpse

I

Order

Breakfast

Late afternoon in

Half empty cafe

Playing nostalgic songs

I know but don’t remember the

Words

Omelette I ordered

I eat in silence although

Tempted to sing along

Perhaps

Once

Heatwave

Headache

Leaves me

Alone.

July 27, 2019

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