Near far

Distance; the length of space between

two objects; the condition of being

far off

Technology; the knowledge and means

of erasing the space between people

far off

While I sit with my darling on a couch

He is intimate with another miles away

While inches away I disintegrate

Curse 

Tiny wings carry the biggest weight

A feather can create a balance for multiple sticks

Stillness in the air screams the silence of morning chirps

Purposeful feet making a beeline for predictions

Shooting star on the other side of the globe makes promises

For shoemakers, the breakers

Verticals become horizontals, everyone is a rabbit

Sleepy eyes imitate big brother, uniformed little people

Rules are made, rulers are broken, earth is a token

In the pocket of the dark universe

What a phantamagonic curse

Married at last

She pouts, sits in a corner
Cries like you broke her toy
Throws tantrums,  acts stubbornly
Not listening to reasons, what or why
Runny nose, fistful for hands
Making your temper rise
Tell me,  my love, marrying a child
Why did you consider wise?

Arithmetic

I tried to count my woes

But can’t seem to put a number on it

I was never good at maths

I wish I’d paid more attention in class

Been good if not great at it

They said you don’t need maths in life,  much

They were wrong

If x is your pain

And y indifference

Then there is relief somewhere in the answer

I would’ve solved it if I were good with numbers –

Lesser than

Greater than

Division

Subtraction of all the hurt

Do mathematicians fall in love?

Or do they subtract the heart

Multiply doubts

Divide hope until they believe in nothing

But numbers?

Writer’s plague

They all love me so that they

Can feature in a poem

Not like I’m Plath or Woolf

But fame comes quicker with a dome

So in their hearts of heart they pray

To make the grave my only home

And claim immortality through me

While a restless dreaded soul I roam

Hello. I hate goodbyes.

Feeds on my soul this
One word that claims me
In a slow purposeless death
Like a child on his first
Day at school
The fear of abandonment,
Mammoth like, hijacks
My entire being

(Bye rhymes well with die)

There should be
No goodbyes
Just hellos
Leave; but turn back once
And say hello

The Wall

There is something between us

As plain as day, or the greens on

A child’s untouched plate 

 

This space, empty as a hand

That catches wind or

Love in the absence of hate

 

Nestled between us, resolute as a

Suicide bomber, this wall, its 

Existence eager to satiate

Good boy

My jests are lost on you,

On your fur weaved with realism

Like a tic it pinches, you scratch

With a look of Chaplin

 

Now I have lost in you

My humour and my interest

Why don’t you just patch

Your virtues with one sin

 

Sit!

Good boy.