Deux

One summer,
A coincidence,
Unforgettable,
Him and Her.

Clear skies,
Lustful minds,
A desire,
Young hearts.

A low tide,
Nostalgia,
Sworn to secrecy,
One kiss.

A scorching Sunday,
Adolescence,
Fresh spirits,
Craving each other.

Starry nights,
Trivial,
An affair,
He had her.

On the sands,
Tearing at each other,
Heaven on earth,
She was in love.

All summer,
In hiding,
Together at last,
Him and Her.

Profanity.

Keeping me awake,
My heart in confusion,
My mind in chaos,
- A lass...

Unable to sleep,
Hopeless at heart,
Pathetic at mind,
- A demeanour...

I turn to God,
Alas, is there a point?
Not a clue,
Yet, I ask for forgiveness...

Wide awake,
My cravings uncontrollable,
My plea neglected,
- Impatience...

Irresistible she is,
My guise is transparent,
My truth is exposed,
- Déjà vu...

I am weakened,
Should I hold on?
Unanswerable.
I might as well wish upon it...

Fate.

The whistle is blown,
Muscles strain.
Tension. Pressure.
I am to start a race of emotion.

The wind is rushing in,
I am numb.
Agony. Pain.
I yearn for the finish line.

The rain is descending,
I am drenched.
Frustration. Depression.
I strain my eyes.

The fog is emerging,
I am enclosed.
Panic. Fear.
I am blinded.

The snow is conquering,
I am cold.
Anger. Rage.
I shall win this race!

The sun is glorious ,
I am warmed.
Comfort. Love.
I run at ease.

Moments pass,
The finish line seems further away...
Muscles ache.
Confusion.

- Am I to lose this race?

Steam

Dancing into the night,
They lost themselves that night.
- High School Sweethearts.

A walk down the horizon,
The sun rests on them.
- The tide is low.

Drenched from head to toe,
Running from themselves.
- The need for warmth.

A brief conversation,
The words tie them down.
- Speechless.

Dejection is a factor,
They’ve deceived themselves.
- Till death do us part?

A door opens,
A path paved for them.
- The only way out.

Death appears glorious,
Confused themselves.
- Suffering the consequences.

A reason forever unknown,
Innocence descends upon them.
- Now, forever, in peace.

Solitude…

Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday.
Lights turned out,
Wake up call set;
Seven-thirty a.m.

Head on pillow,
Legs outstretched,
Blanket pulled over,
Slumber sets in.

The phone rings,
A minute passes,
Groan.
Finally awake.

Hygiene. Appearance. Coffee.
Thank God it’s Friday…
Down to the metro,
And up the elevator shaft.

Five o’clock,
Work’s out,
Straight to the bar,
One vodka tonic coming right up!

Eye at the door,
She walks in.
She searches the room,
Their eyes meet.

The hotel suite.
Love or lust,
Who’s to say?
Satisfaction perhaps…

The children. The spouses.
Waiting all weekend,
By now,
Are, accustomed.

Bed time; Sunday evening.
Back home.
‘I missed you kiddo.’
‘I love you babe.’

Samantha..

Half a decade after birth,
Little Miss Samantha,
Leaves behind her Daddy
- He loved her, a tad bit too much.

Forty-eight months later,
Little Miss Samantha,
Falls in love
- The girls in school avoid her.

One-O-four weeks after
Little Miss Samantha,
Loses her Mommy
- Apparently she slipped of a bridge.

Two calendars later,
Little Miss Samantha,
Is no more little
- She’d done it all too many a time.

Three-sixty-five days pass,
Miss Samantha,
Now stays up all night
- Busy, selling herself.

Sweet Sixteen,
Miss Samantha,
Lives the high life
- Injecting the virus accidently.

Two decades, less a year after birth,
Miss Samantha,
Sleeps on stone slabs
- Two hearts beating within.

Nine months beyond,
And Miss Samantha,
Is finally cured of her misery
- Death by birth.

Déjà-vu

Morning.
Skin to skin,
Limbs entangled,
Such a marvel…

Rewind.

Last night.
Much sadness,
Spirits mixed,
Plenty laughter…

Fast Forward.

Daybreak.
Unsteady legs,
‘Joyeux, Joyeux,’
Wasted, gone…

Rewind.

Midnight.
Sober yet,
The eyes meet,
Lips lock.

Pause.



Fast Forward.

Afternoon.
Light,
Garments back on,
She reaches for the door…

Stop!

Overpowering me...

Hooked onto me,
'It' refuses to let go.
I try ignorance,
But 'it' only pains me more.

I depend on time,
Hoping 'it' will disappear.
Too much time has passed,
Yet 'it' is with me.

Ignorance is my tactic,
Yet, unavoidable 'it' is.
My mind shuts down the memories,
But 'it' is victorious each day.

In denial I stand,
While 'it' tortures my heart.
I shut my mind,
Yet 'it' refuses to let go.

I am defeated,
For 'it' has worn me down.
'It' leaves me finally,
Only to return the next day.

I am tortured once more,
Till the possibility disappears.
For 'it' knows,
For 'it' knows too much...

Reality..

A day of dreams,
Unravels the mind;
The mind wanders,
Into places unknown.

Running down Memory Lane,
Trekking through Dreamland,
Floating past Fantasy Island;
Eventual destination – reality…

A night of insomnia,
Fatigues the mind;
The mind wanders,
Into places unknown.

Laughing down Hope,
Dancing through Future,
Pondering past Life,
Final destination – reality…


Living with reality,
Hardens the mind;
The mind unable to wander,
Has life no more…

Freedom..

Nearing midnight,
Croaking frogs,
Humidity utmost;
I need to leave.

Too much to bare,
Frustration runs wild,
Depression takes over;
I begin to weep.

Leaving home,
Running away,
Nearing death;
I am lost.

Happiness, Joy, Laughter.
Showers of blessings.
A perfect life,
I wish to live.

Broken free;
Weakness and Rage,
Frustration and Anger,
I begin to melt.

Nothing to regret,
Feelings understood,
A world of confusion,
I am known.

The sun has died;
A wrecked mind, a mending heart,
Sore eyes and foul breath;
I fall asleep.

The crack of dawn,
Life once more;
Though numb inside,
I put on a smile.