Once upon a time, there was a girl
who took her time
to grow up
Spring came ahead, but she
was still winter.
She had her raincoat on when it was summer
and everyone looked at her
differently, like some sort of outcast
from the typecast. (Continue Reading…)
The first time we met was in a dusty corner of a library
where you were forgotten.
If spiders can read, they would have paid attention
but they were busy spindling their own webs
nobody knew your name.
There was a silent cry when your pages first opened
like a slight touch on a boiling wound
the things that flew around you were not stars but ash
I loved you anyway.
You had a moldy smell on each of your page, I was intoxicated
by the time, if not the memory
Each time I open you, you were different
as if the words radiate with a new meaning at every turn of the leaf. (Continue Reading…)
It was four years when you wrote a love letter
in words I cannot read
so I soaked the paper on water as the alphabets dissolve
like magic, like ghosts, blue inks
spewing curses as it fades away
Humans treat hearts carelessly, everyone knows a muscle
must have a muscle to be one
but hearts are the sickly types, they get ill, then they die;
love cannot be recycled.
The sky was slit through its stomach, there were stars
flushing down in milky galaxies like blood and water
it was night time, people rarely look at the dark
but us, seeing this was such a marvel.
I held on to the shadow of your hand while the real one
rested on some other’s palm. I imagine the warmth
benignly radiating from it, the tickling of your fingers
but the truth is, your hands were cold
Sometimes a sigh is a scream sent to the deaf world
only the Divine can hear, like a loud whisper
we exchange conversations with our breaths,
the drumming of heartbeats like Morse code.
Responding is the giving of your time, your thoughts, your words, your self. Responding is paying attention to something and making a difference about it. There are good and bad responses, but every answer changes the game. It shifts the boat. It gives another angle.
I won’t be telling you what to answer. But I am inviting you to answer, especially as I present you this thought: