Tuesday, April 10, 2012

We shattered

In the dark
his coal eyes
coal hands
shone and scorched
dropped over me
shooting stars
And lost and entangled
our wayward limbs
This is how
I remember him
We had the luxury
neither of time
nor dreams
Like those vapours
Collecting in the thin air
We collect memories
Like anxious dark clouds
Crystal as hail
We would fall
Shatter roofs
Or ooze over weeds

We shattered
like rain
on windowpanes


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Thursday, April 5, 2012


Today, I gather quietly
the fabric of the night's shadows
after our umpteen goodbyes
is just yesterday's aftermath
Three days dead
but you'll rise again
I could never slay you,
I will always insurrect you,
reclaim you
from those hidden
three-leafed clovers
between pages of poetry
I try to read
the few blue scribbles of your pen
as if hidden beneath
was an epic of intimate incoherence
The scent of your skin
had once bled
onto my bedsheet
Memories still sit in the corner
invisible and vast
hurling back echoes of fading footsteps
Memories will still
sit in that corner
collecting woody annual rings
A ring for every year
A ring for shattered rings


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