pages of my life-

pages of my life-

pages of my life-
the great concoction of love
in 69 acts

 

walk in my sandals

walk in my sandals

there were
words

painting images
at the back of my head
and everyday

I plucked them out
to share, yet
I couldn’t find you

neither your shadow
that I departed for the desert
and took refuge

in the shivers
of my sandals

Paper Dream*

Paper Dream*

My dream, I live it
in a paper
coated with crème caramel.

I frolic in words
of my shadow
with the seas, the skies and the lands
and tread the dunes
of time, touching all the things around me;
then settle down over a midnight coffee
in the silence of night.

Oh, I do attend the Sunday mass
but don’t know why I always find myself
skipping the communion–
perhaps, to end the raging war
‘tween the “I” and “Me” in my thoughts
for them not to walk alone.

*shortlisted, The Asian Writer New Writing Competition 2009

I, Skipper Of Communion*

I, Skipper Of Communion*

I am not sure, if
Neruda did ask the birds
how to fly and curbed the sky
with his tutored hands,
so poetic like swallows.
This, true or not– still, I’d thought
for years about it –
doing the same, oh asking
the birds how to fly, for me
to conquer the sky!
And I did, but my wings were
being pinned down by prowlers
and they keeled my strength
with nicotine of lust that
I, skipper of communion,
became like a dust
that never moves from its place,
unless the cold wind blows it.
I found no glory
and triumph seeing myself
in the vicious pangs of such
harsh reality,
but in my dreams within dreams
I oft lay my bare body
on the bed of trust,
listening to the music
of my gaped fingers, as I
wait for you, dear God,
to come out from the tip of
my pen, to dance with my soul.

* XXV PREMIO INTERNAZIONALE DI POESIA NOSSIDE 2009 MENZIONATI