She found numbers
fascinating
and believed
there were good numbers
and bad ones
the thirteens
and other odds
besides the safer
evens
So she noticed that
there were at first five
an odd number
and not a good one
the table had room for six
but they nearly always
bought plates in fours
although she couldn't remember
a day when they all sat
around the table
for dinner
And the car had room
for five, or even six,
but that would be a slightly tight fit
and yet,
there was never a day
when they all sat
there
in that little red car
Now there were four
a safer number
even
comfortable
there were always enough
plates of the same design
and dividing food
into equal shares
was much easier
even though
she couldn't remember
ever having to divide treats
into five equal shares
when they were a family of five
and not four
Her mother now bought
items and food
in even numbers
so much more easier
she even bought meat in
two pairs
'four chicken thighs'
she would ask
even though of the four
only three
ate meat
and the other who did
left
making them a family of
four and not five
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Thursday, July 17, 2014
during that time
During the time it takes
for message to be
typed
read
questioned
sent
delivered
received
read
reread
replied to
reply to be delivered
read
The skies have changed color
the river has journeyed to ocean
the birds have called it a day
the faint glimmer of stars cover sky
During that time
when actions are regretted
decisions are questioned
risks are taken
minds are made
Hearts have changed
thoughts have shifted
love has come
and love has gone
for message to be
typed
read
questioned
sent
delivered
received
read
reread
replied to
reply to be delivered
read
The skies have changed color
the river has journeyed to ocean
the birds have called it a day
the faint glimmer of stars cover sky
During that time
when actions are regretted
decisions are questioned
risks are taken
minds are made
Hearts have changed
thoughts have shifted
love has come
and love has gone
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Last year
Last year
I was naive
Eager to impress
Eager to have my own
Happily ever after
Last year
I was eager
So eager I was blinded by
Your pretenses
Too eager, I was
This year
I am slightly tired
Tired enough to see the truth
But not tired enough to
Deny it
This year
I have no hopes
About my own
Happily ever after
Like I did with you
This year
I'm happy
I have my own infinity
But I know it will end
I didn't know back then
Last year
I chose touch over feeling
Stupid me
But this year
I chose feeling over touch
Finally
I was naive
Eager to impress
Eager to have my own
Happily ever after
Last year
I was eager
So eager I was blinded by
Your pretenses
Too eager, I was
This year
I am slightly tired
Tired enough to see the truth
But not tired enough to
Deny it
This year
I have no hopes
About my own
Happily ever after
Like I did with you
This year
I'm happy
I have my own infinity
But I know it will end
I didn't know back then
Last year
I chose touch over feeling
Stupid me
But this year
I chose feeling over touch
Finally
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Is love the mere changing of relationship status?
Single
A shout into the void
About your loneliness
Desperation
Fear
A subtle way of saying
I'm available
Make me yours
In a relationship
You tell the world
You show off
You suffocate your friends
With the love
You made your own
To say, I'm not noone's
I belong
to someone
Engaged
Happiness is mine
You say
Even though
You said yes
To his question
Knowing that
You will be his
And he mayn't be yours only
Married
We are one
We are together
We are the fairytale
That is real
Envy what I have
A man by my side
A contract that binds
Two souls
Forever
In an open relationship
I have freedom
I can love many
I was given that option
An option I didn't want
So while he
Has many
I have none but him
But a status that implies
I have more
It's complicated
No longer a shared life
But love that is dying
Lives separating
A deparate attempt
To hold on to
What is already
Lost
Separated
Tree trunk
Reaches sky as one
Giving it strength to
Stand against winds
But then branches
Separation
A contract still binding
But no longer paid heed to
Divorced
Ugly status
That followed
Ugly words
Ugly actions
Ugly decisions
Ugly lives
Sometimes for the best
Mostly due to
Having no choice
But to sign those papers
To say good bye
Widowed
Through sickness and health
Smiles and tears
Bright days and dark days
Together
Till death do us part
And death did
Took one from bedside, home, life
To graveyard
මී බෙහෙත්
මී බෙහෙත් දාමු
මරමු
කුඩුවක් නෙමෙයි
කූරක් ගමු
උන් චීස් කන්නේ නැහැ
බොරු වැඩ ඕව
මහා කරදරයක්
මරල දාමු
පවු සිද්ද වෙයි
ඔය මීයෙක් මැරුවා කියලා?
මීයාත් අහිංසක සතෙක්නෙ
හැපුවම තේරෙයි
ඔයාටත් තේරෙයි
මීබෙහෙත් වල අගේ
වැරදීමකින් ඒ බෙහෙත් ටික
ඔයාගේ ළමය කෑවම
Monday, June 30, 2014
Wind
Cold wind
wraps around her like a
blanket
instead of warmth
it chills her to the bone
and for a second
a short, quiet second
her icy cold heart
shivers
the gush of wind
reaching the core
of her soul
wraps around her like a
blanket
instead of warmth
it chills her to the bone
and for a second
a short, quiet second
her icy cold heart
shivers
the gush of wind
reaching the core
of her soul
Friday, June 20, 2014
Before we fight each other...
Before we fight each other
Before we preach and then kill
Before we organize meetings
Before we form armies
We must find solutions
We must be kind
We must learn to love
We must give and give even more
Beggars lie on pavement
Skin clinging to bone
Hands unused to the feeling of coin
Life knowing nothing but pain
Scared, the boy runs away from
Rarely-present-at-home father
The strong smell of cheap liquor
Coating each beating, each abusive word
Her feet fail her
Unable to take her any further
She falls on the hot gravel
Looks back to see if he's still chasing her
Innocent animal, large wondering eyes
He's scared and backs away on to a wall
He feels the cool blade slicing through his neck
Blood spills as life leaves him, now a mere chunk of meat
Mosquito flies from man to man
Looking for a sip of blood
Hungry for food she lands on skin
Only to be slapped by man
Whimpering, it howls and cries
Orders and loud voices don't help it calm down
It yelps when broom hits him
A silent night follows
Before we preach and then kill
Before we organize meetings
Before we form armies
We must find solutions
We must be kind
We must learn to love
We must give and give even more
Beggars lie on pavement
Skin clinging to bone
Hands unused to the feeling of coin
Life knowing nothing but pain
Scared, the boy runs away from
Rarely-present-at-home father
The strong smell of cheap liquor
Coating each beating, each abusive word
Her feet fail her
Unable to take her any further
She falls on the hot gravel
Looks back to see if he's still chasing her
Innocent animal, large wondering eyes
He's scared and backs away on to a wall
He feels the cool blade slicing through his neck
Blood spills as life leaves him, now a mere chunk of meat
Mosquito flies from man to man
Looking for a sip of blood
Hungry for food she lands on skin
Only to be slapped by man
Whimpering, it howls and cries
Orders and loud voices don't help it calm down
It yelps when broom hits him
A silent night follows
half-kiss
A light touch
of lips on cheek
a kiss, it was not
half-kiss, maybe
She leans in
towards him
feeling the warmth
wanting more
He sighs
moves away
looks at her
then leaves
She reaches out
but he's gone
all that's left is
a half-kiss
of lips on cheek
a kiss, it was not
half-kiss, maybe
She leans in
towards him
feeling the warmth
wanting more
He sighs
moves away
looks at her
then leaves
She reaches out
but he's gone
all that's left is
a half-kiss
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Gentleness of death
He doesn't feel the gentleness of death
As it slows his breath, his heartbeat
Of destination he is oblivious
As he takes steps to his plot in a graveyard
He smiles as though life is never ending
Lives through each day dreaming of eternity
A firm believer in forever
He doesn't know his story is soon ending
Death though forgets not a single man
To have ever been born
He smiles with the baby, moments ago born
Tells him with life, also comes death
The baby forgets Death's words as he grows older
And so doesn't believe he will soon be dust and ashes
In denial he lives of the dark, dead future
And so Death takes him by surprise always
Last year
Last year
You asked me to stay
When I wanted to leave
This year
You told me I could leave
Anytime I wanted to
Last year
You were someone I
Respected and even loved
This year
You are someone I
Detest and have no respect for
Last year
I was happy
Always smiling
This year
It's difficult to get through
A day without crying
Last year
You asked me
If everything was alright
This year
You walk past me
Without even noticing
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