Monday, August 13, 2012

bosom


relativity

a crescendo
somewhere
far off

a cacophony
somewhere
closer

depending on
where you are
and where i
stand

never
muted
never
diluted

pure form
sublime
silken
soft
with
jagged edges

those sounds

your sounds

i hear
sometimes
from behind the walls

sometimes
from the universe
underground

sometimes
falling
from above
like stars
rain
hopes
dreams
wishes

certain words
flying
with wings

some
crawling
beneath
my skin

some sounds

those sounds

your sounds

come at me
sideways

crashing into me
before i can turn
spread my arms
and say
slow down

why this frenzy
you know you are
welcome

but those sounds

your sounds

can't hear

they raise
and rise
like a crescendo
cacophonic

somewhere
far off
somewhere
close

depending
on where
you are

and where
i stand

Monday, August 6, 2012

innuendo

on a stomach full of rock-bottoms,
he stumbled around,
just a disguise!
he said,
just a disguise!
who drinks whom at this tequila sunrise?

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