Wednesday, July 25, 2012

laughing at the tears of a clown


a clown
i
do not
take my make-up off
before i go to bed

too taxing
i think

the tears
shall wash
it away

the silent sobbing
benefits of
crying myself
to sleep

besides
why be bothered
about this
glittery gloss
twice in a day

why take the trouble
to put out
this mask
which
with every dawn
comes
as a gift

forcing my
self coloured
gloomy frown
upside down
into a blood red
grin

stapled
on my face
through out
the day

as i wait
for the evening

to build up
into the night

so that i can
coil
on my mattress
remembering
gut wrenching
eternal facetious
innocent sin

my once
pride n joy
now a chagrin

waiting

for the moment
when these
sticky wet dry
tears
come
rolling

burn
through my
masque raid my skin
and not taunt
or laugh
or point fingers

just run down
my cheek
nicely tucked
under my chin

asking me

while putting me
to sleep

hey clown
apart
from your
make-up
and
comic antics
and
funny frowns
and forced grins

how have you been
how have you really been

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

won't we?




we shall break
the gloomy greys
of concrete
and bricks
and mortar





we shall tear away the
dark curtains
so that
lying on our
terraces
on a soothing summer night
we can gaze at the stars

what you have
undone
we shall redo
and build again
better
than before

we shall give
the beach back its
shore

and the butterflies
their flowers

and the exotic
hornbill shall
be payed its dues

and the polar bear
shall be taken back
to their homes and out
of the circus zoos

we shall
pull the plugs off
these misleading
marquees and
big city lights

and replace them
with those
silently tinkering bells of nature
those fireflies

we shall
claim
the scent of the earth
and the quenching rain
and our blue skies

we shall break out of these
stifling cocoons
decorating these
morbid backgrounds

we shall defy this
manmade gravity

we shall be free

won't we?

facing one's fear

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

mute incantations

eve at her altar

eve
leaves
him

to take
a shower

out
there
in
the rain

he
sits
fidgety

anticipating
allured by
athirst for
the aqua fragrance
in her hair

he
needs
her

to
nurture
himself

eating
her
with his nostrils
she,
his supper

he
fills his
belly
with
her

minty
dew filled
scent

and
as he does

her expressions
turn
shades
darker

he
devours
her

as
one
does
a poem
feverishly
recite

eve
lay
there
before him
diddering

this
day
eve
tempestuously
turns

into
night