Good byes are meant for healing,
For retrieving the tiny bits of self, scattered
Along the milky way that you built inside your head
Loving mirages, a lifetime’s work
Taking minutes to dismantle, the loosened bricks
That had crumbled over the years.
Goodbyes are meant to bleed they say
First in gushing torrents, then little streams
And then in sad trickles turning to drops
To dried canals along the cheeks.
Goodbyes are empty canisters
That you fill with little memory shards
Nasty little ‘could have been’s, those nagging ‘what if’s,
Seal with the possibilities of wasted years and bury
Deep, deep down in your backyard with little twigs of remembrance
As markers of what had been.
Goodbyes are pungent, like camphor
Lingering and sticky, just a whiff
Can paralyze with helplessness.
Goodbyes, those necessary evils, those ambiguous plots
Sudden death, like murder
Distant lightning without the thunder
Whispers without the tenderness
Punishment without reward
A dainty hope to kill in the womb,
A gentle touch to forget
And forgive, if you can.
I don’t want to count the stars,
And wonder at those glistening points
Nor wander through the untouched thicket, Pffft!
Who has time for all this!
I don’t ask for much. Never have.
Simply not enough time, nor patience
For self is the centre of it all.
Minutes fall around me, hours roll
Away, like pebbles
From the hands of a child
But do I dare whimper? Or shed a tear?
Thick skin as they say, like cow hide
Beaten down, so many times
I hardly feel the pain.
Those you love the most are the ones who enjoy watching you bleed. And
sometimes you need to ask yourself
Have all that love been in vain?
Hours roll, unfeeling, just as years have rolled before them
With the heaviness of machines, well oiled
Tired eyes, tired heart, spent and alone watch on
Where did it begin?
Where to end? Should it end? Questions
Those painful hooks, tear into the flesh
I don’t wear white, for it shows off the red
Of a wounded bleeding skin.
Haven’t you heard?
Simplicity is the hardest thing.
Less is more, more is less
Who makes these rules, where do they bend?
Can they bend?
Questions. They know
No answers. Life
Is such, as we constantly tell ourselves.
But is it really so? Who makes these rules?
Where do they bend? Can they bend?
No one knows, does
Oh won’t you stay,
Let the midnight weep your absence
Run into my arms, fall unto me
Like a ripened leaf in autumn, weary
An exploding star, in all your darkness
Your rage, your light, your fire, I admire
Your undefined depths, I am aware
That you are, but dust
In all your magnificent glory.
But oh, won’t you stay, linger on
Like the sting of too much pineapple on sensitive teeth, or the dull pain in feet
After a long, happy walk. You are
But human, and beautiful,
In the way you stand alone amongst your own debris.
Let the midnight weep, let
The skies simper and mewl for your cruel niceties
Butterflies disguised as mice, scuttling around the corner
I see beneath the veil, and still
Stand amused, feeling
Walk into your heart people may and
Leave solid footsteps, a fleeting trail of summer blossoms at times
But sometimes all they leave is
A muddied, bloodied mess, strewn with carcasses.
Cleaning up is a bitch.
My heart longs to retire, into the
Cool, mossy embrace of the woods known
The jungle path well traveled, but what use
Is one’s comfort zone but to rot and reek of remains?
A rustle of leaves and a soft sigh of wind brings back your breath
Upon my cheek, a silent kiss
So sweetly wrought
With the subtle pain
Yet I recoil, rewind, wrap myself around me, sink
Unto myself, instead
Of reaching out and touching your face,
Every single time.
Clocks have stopped but time has not
For time knows no dust, it barely sits still
And is impatient,
Like a little girl at the sound of the ice cream truck.
Time is gone, like sifted sand through my fingers, better yet
Tap water, treated with chlorine
Like days in your lover’s arms, like hours
Gazing at the sea. I
Sit impatient, legs swinging
Hitting the sideboard with a dull thud-thudding
An irritating awakening.
Life had been pushed into suitcases, bundled up
Like dirty laundry, tangled and misshapen, I am
Forced to run, run once again
Passport shoved in hand, I protest
I never asked for this. But
Does it ever occur to you that all you get in life are what
You didn’t really ask for anyway?
Morning falls like a burden upon one’s back, yet
Another weight for you to trudge along with, I crack
And bend, but groan and push on
Because we all are donkeys. Donkeys of time.
Nothing less. Nothing more.
Yesterday I felt your absence,
Right beside me, like a perilous drop
From which I edged away, fearing for life.
Emptiness overwhelmed, overthrew
What little sanity was left, as
Hip hop beats pelted all around
Like paralyzing darts at a
Sore, swollen heart.
Have you ever felt how lonely, how barren
These club beats make you feel?
Well, you know how this goes,
Every time I look at myself in the mirror I
Try so desperately to catch maybe
A glance of your smile in my own eyes, a splinter
Of a memory perhaps trapped within
From when I last held you.
Well, you know how this goes.
When feelings overflow I throw
Handfuls in the air and catch
What I can on paper, try and build
A bridge to you with words, but
Does that bring you closer? No, but I try.
And there I sat in a lonely cab homeward
Fingers itching, to ruffle your hair
Heart a wriggling mess, scratching itself in a frenzy
Mad with longing, just for a feel of you.
Yes, so your absence gives me words, bittersweet
On the tip of the tongue, but
I’d much rather have you instead.
I sleep, like a log, no
More like a woman, craving sleep
At the last wisps of dreams, breaking
My nails as they flee
I always wake with a start, sometimes
Like the sky falls down, no
Like I fall down from the sky, it is
painful. Sometimes I bleed
Inside my mind.
Floating about mindless
Sticks to the senses, lulls you
To a dream-like state
Blissful, and blue, yet
Why must I always wake?
For duty calls, life calls,
No, what we’ve made our life, that’s what calls
It always calls, whispers like the fiend,
Clings to the skin
Like the nasty smell of vehicle smoke, like
Other people’s sweat, after a long day of work.
Jut into your gut, like elbows
At this time of the day
Stagger on cocoon-ward, blood bubbles
Toils and troubles inwards
Dreading yet another day
Darkness falls regardless.
The city clothed itself in sombre robes
The trees stood silent, leaves no longer
Dilly-dallying in the wind
Respectful reverence, or was it
I saw your face through the haze, petrol fumes
Clouded my judgement. You
Touched my hand and smiled
Into my eyes. Cue – this is where I melt, into your arms
Helplessly, aimlessly wander, let you engulf me, liquid
But something had frozen. I guess I do not melt anymore
It was strange yet comforting, I needed you no more.
Yet words splatter the walls at unforseen moments,
At the absence of a janitor, I am left
Mopping up the walls in silence.