Healing

Plucking at thorns, plugging the blood,
Taping and gumming and gluing,
And restraining the gushing flood.

Touching edges, filling crevices,
Fixing and pinning and mending,
And striking at the constant nemesis.

Braving scars, accepting the mess,
Cleaning and healing and sealing,
And embracing all with a caress.

Supressing the hurt, repairing the wound,
Patching and loving and covering,
And blocking the agony of the doomed

Erratic it pumps, then slows and goes,
Yet holding on, it beats,
And the deafening silence bows.

Strengthening its core, and a heave,
Slowing and steadying and believing,
Placed back upon my sleeve.

Teaching

I grew up, with one dream,

To teach,

To teach my daughter she is no less,

Than a hurricane on a calm night,

Than the rising sun, sharp and bright.

And it happened, it came true,

She learnt,

She learnt, that she was above,

Above any man she had ever seen,

Above any man, wherever she had been.

And she believed me, dream achieved,

I relaxed,

I relaxed and basked in the glory,

Of a daughter no less that a friggin trophy,

MD, CEO, she climbed, oh my Sophie.

Eyes closed, now, but I had never noticed,

I had forgotten,

Forgotten I had a son, forgotten she had a brother,

I never taught him he could be something,

Other than his sister’s shadow, a nothing.

For her, he was merely a man, to be defeated.

Just a man, who needed to see she was no less,

I got so blind in my dream, in my point,

I forgot to teach my son he could also be the Sun,

Not the earth, just revolving around a woman.

And so it happened, as another generation passed,

Another failed,

Failed in teaching, EQUALITY,

Focused, again, on just one gender, one sex,

Forgetting, both together, as one, make the next.

You and I

Sometimes I sit, and I wonder,
How much of you,
Lives in me,
How much of me,
Breathes in you.

I wonder,
If you changed,
The scent of me,
Just by touching my skin,
As long as you did.

I wonder,
If you speak,
When words come out of my mouth,
Or if my hands move,
Just the way yours do.

I wonder,
How deeply,
You are infused in me,
And if anyone can any longer,
Even tell us apart.

I wonder,
If we are lovers,
Or mirrors,
Reflecting each other,
And then....

Then I stop wondering,
And just experience,
This miracle,
that you and I, and I and you,
Have become.

Romance

A man stood in deep embrace
Arms wide open, eyes ablaze

 Breaching in, I walked ahead
Watching, hearing, all he said

He said, and sang, soft as a bard
Unbroken, together came each shard

Of her deep eyes, as he sang
Of jealousy, i felt a deep pang

But mist disappeared, raising my hair
For he remained, embracing the air

“Soulless without you” sang he
My aching heart wept, in hours of wee

His love, so pure, so distant
Filled me up with a scent

Of old-school romance,
Of passion, devotion, and forever.

Choking

I have seen men
With ties
Choking their necks
Sleeves
roughly folded
Mouths
Nothing more
Than thin lines
And brows furrowed.
It is these men
That show
The softest of eyes
Brimming
With sadness
Laced amidst
Pasted smiles
And a need
To just weep.
To weep
Until
They are no longer
Choking.