You cannot tame the pure heart
Luscious
Wild and free
It lives and longs for love
In love it will always be
It rides the rain
And the deep mystery of night
In the abyss it sleeps
And drifts along the morning light
My heart cannot be tamed
Like a child in time for play
Crazy, soft
It can mold and sway
Mad, in love,
It will forever stay.
Tears in the rain
Wash all torment and pain
Raindrops rolling on my face
My heart throbs in quick race
The sighs I catch and release
In the rain are lost in peace
Hold those beats with your eyes
The hour is all mine
Hold me close,
For my heart cries
Pour in some red wine
If I die at your lips tonight
It would be a death divine
Come and have some tea with me
I can talk to you about love
I will tell you how I feel
when I look into your eyes;
I may show you how my heart beats fast
when you walk into the room
and fill it with your presence and your voice;
I will show you the way to my heart
with no restraints and chains,
and I will give you my hand
to rest on your cheek,
my eyes to lighten your way
my heart to watch over you
every hour of the day;
or if you do not wish to talk of love,
I could pretend to be the moon
you gaze at and breathe so deep,
or I can be that friend
that talks to you about the children
about family and the busy life
if that makes you smile
or keep you in comfort;
I could just be silent and watch you
do your ordinary routine
watch every move,
imprint it in my mind;
I just want to drink tea
with you
in a silent warm room
where only you could read my lips
and feel what my eyes want to say
come and let us have some tea
I have missed you so much today.
And I dare not say your name
I have it engraved in my mind
a secret code
of what poets make of love,
the anointment
sacred
I wear on my forehead,
the melodious hymn
I chant in my solitude,
a reminiscence of perfume
gaiety
of the luminous colors of exaltation;
I dare not say your name,
but in my eyes
I bear its reflection
and I fear one day you find it
and ask for answers
whose key is amiss
and claim your name,
for it is yours
and leave me behind
destitute
lost
entangled in this existence
estranged
without your name.
There is a universe in your eyes
where a million stars burn
to light up eternity;
in your eyes
are lavish tears
pouring
over the miseries
that lurk behind the smiles,
for the sake of joy
that shatters the sad wave of numbness;
in your eyes
lay horizons of naked hopes
unfiltered through the specs of reality,
storms of candid laughter
hurling in the distance,
peace and love and
a childhood awaiting to be revived,
a longing for an act
that breaks the norm
and sets the soul on a fire ranging high;
in your eyes
the world is a haven
warm and solidly grounded
in bold evanescence,
tranquility and home
your eyes.
If only you could see
the color of the tree,
your vision is now blurred
by days of endless noise,
you are captive of your small world
while the tree stands in poise.
The colors that are around
no longer catch your eye,
you are the echo and the sound
of a time now gone by.
You see the beauty
with a lens
with a sight now turned dim
nothing makes real sense
your existence is a whim-
in the hands of a god you deemed full of mercy,
a god you secretly plead in the dark
to make your life worthy,
or is life just a fleeting lark
where your days flip and turn
like pages of an untold story
you wish you could toss and burn.
Then the swishing leaves are blown
their soul never dies
as the love you have carefully grown
lights up your colorful eyes.
-Grandpa, grandpa tell me please
Can you make me mac and cheese?
-Why, it is my birthday for God’s sake,
why don’t YOU make ME a cheesecake?
-But grandpa, I am young and small,
what if I stumble and fall?
What if I break all the eggs?
What if I break both my legs?
-Alright, alright, drama queen
You have made quite a scene!
I will make you mac and cheese
I just want one kiss please.
-Grandpa, grandpa I just can’t
Why don’t you understand?
Your beard is itchy and thick;
Do you want me to get sick?
-Well, of course not!
You sure speak quite a lot!
Girl, let us make you some food
but one more word,
and I will be gone
for good!
It is not easy to live with grief;
grief confounds you:
it is the foe and the friend;
it is the storm
that causes your back
to bend;
it anchors and grounds your days
It always persists and stays,
It is the visitor you dread
the tear you will forever shed;
it never ceases to morph
turning into anger and fear
a shadow you drag behind
memories you always rewind
of someone you lost so dear;
grief transforms your heart
into fragments of dust
and the person you have lost
has been you from the start.
I met a dog that was astray
I asked her if she wanted to stay;
she hopped and hopped
at my knees she jumped
she wiggled her tail
then sat up straight
looked me in the eye
and told me to wait;
she ran fast and fast
in a bolt of light
she ran and ran
till she was out of sight;
I waited an hour
till the fall of night
I waited three and four
till I heard a knock on my door;
“There you are!” I cried;
where did you run and hide?
She howled and growled and
licked my hand
only to become
my lifelong friend.
Do not tell me about pain
I know it by all means;
the physical daunts you and makes you weary
death leaves you all torn
your burdens are heavy to carry
your loved ones you lose and mourn;
tell me not about the absence
void is all around
you say , “Rejoice, for we are an essence
built in shape and sound!”
I say that the pain absorbs us
and pulls us to the ground,
eternity is but a dream
with doubt we are all abound
in God’s ephemeral scheme;
you tell me pain makes you strong
it builds the power you lack;
I tell you you got it wrong
pain shatters your pieces
wrecks your mind and bends your back;
it distorts your reality
molds the smile you wore,
it destroys your ego and vanity
attaches itself to your core;
you tell me to try and kill the pain
for I might go insane;
This to you I say: “Painkillers may cure the aches,
but they can never mend the heart that breaks.”