The sky, an old lady so tired of life today. Her sons and daughters had left. They have settled overseas and rarely remember their mother waiting for them.
Through sunshine and rain, she has laughed and cried at the memories. Through sunsets and sunrises, She has hoped of a silhouette to run into her arms, One of her four sons and daughters must have finally remembered their mother in these forty years of time lapse. They finally must have remembered how weak her limbs must have become And her mind, on the verge of Alzheimer. Finally, they must have come before it was too late.
She could feel the shadow covering her face. The clouds have arrived. It's time now. She must leave.
*Weather forecast declares two weeks of continuous rainfall and rest of the days, partly cloudy and rainy alternately. *
I. Day in,day out like a potted aloe vera Counting raindrops on reverse Watching sleepy coffee mugs Seated across each other
II. A spider spins a web With my tangled thoughts Tying, untying braided procrastination In its barren womb While arguing with Two speech balloons in my head While the clock on the wall Is busy minding its own charade
III. Scrolling social media accounts Up and down, Sharing stories and My Days Posting 'I woke up like this' selfies on Only Me There's nothing much to say, really
IV. In my Spongebob pajamas In front of a plate of scrambled eggs Wondering if it's Monday or Friday Even if it doesn't really matter
V. Suspended between calendar leaves I write poems and autobiographies Borrowing metaphors and rhymes From dead poets society
VI. Fine dining with anxiety I cut boredom like premium steak Melting stress in my mouth Licking frenzy on my sugar lips
VII. My body, a temple of insecurity My body clock, a corpse on autopsy Bare, naked on the table Hungry for an ounce of validation Waiting for divine salvation
I wanted the left corner of the living room couch, sunken under the weight of post-date makeouts to become so much of a commonplace as to be unremarkable.
I wanted the curve of your fingers on the back of my neck to be so lackluster that they'd stop feeling novel. I wanted us to be so thoroughly ordinary that none of it would ever feel fragile or... fleeting.
You don't get to blame me. Not when you opened the gates of the fool's paradise already tethered to leaving. Not when the phantom of your touch on my skin still has the audacity to unnerve me.
I don't get to blame you. Not when loving you had always felt like a chase in which you had a headstart- the one I was meant to lose, and I refused to anchor myself anyway like a knife so pliant against a whetstone.
In the lonely lane, walkin through the cursed path, I find my solace in the shimmering stars, eclipsing even the radiant moonlight. When the whole town sleeps, I take up a brush and some paint and canvas, and give life to the gloomy night sky. Oh, I absolutely want to paint a starry night now! With shades of intense blue, I paint the swirling sad clouds, some strokes here and there, to make them look alive, moving. Ah, why do they look so sad like my painting, is there no one to admire them too? With chromatic yellow, I paint the enchanting golden lanterns(stars), the brightest one being the venus. "Oh! the lamps are burning and the starry sky is over it all! " They're not just eleven specks of dots dangling from the night sky, they make me dream, those stars, though my life is marred with nightmares that doesn't let me sleep. The luminescent cresent moon sits in the sprawling night sky, with thick strokes of yellow and orange, it seems to have fallen into a deep slumber. There's this wavy cypress tree, swaying to the rhythm of wind, the clouds curve around it, making a pattern in the sky. With hues of black, green and yellow, I paint the cypress like flames, they seem to be mourning the departure of night. Below the hills sleeps the sleepy town, with the howls of cold winds, yellow lights and the eerie silence of the night. There's a Church in the village that stands tall like an Eiffel tower, as if they're trying to reach for the stars in the sky. So divine and ethereal is the starry night with it's calmness and colours, I truly behold this magnificent sight! If there's any way to reach those white pearls, it's only through death, oh death! take me to the infinity.
Remember remember Those goosebumps in September When your heart swelled And your emotions marveled. You felt love for the first time A feeling pleasantly strange. Remember remember In the coldness of December As your heart broke When you were left by that bloke. There were no heartbeats but jolts. The shock struck you like bolts. The warm tear leaks down your cold cheeks. Remember remember The way you cleared the blur. You gathered yourself up You realised That wasting time was not wise. You embraced the sunrise. To the world it was a surprise. Remember remember That you are a human. You may loose But there's refund. As much as you are polished The more you will shine like a diamond.