Q&A

At the cost of repetition,

I would like to remind you

that you still need to answer

my questions in detail.

Yes, you may write them down,

you may shout them out,

you may send me a text,

you may set up a billboard.

But the answers are required.

You perch atop a tree

out of reach from everyone,

appearing venerable

but I know your truth.

You hide behind copious inconspicuousness

But I see you and I don't slack.

Should I climb up to you?

Would you like your space be invaded?

Sea

Sea shores.

Sea sides. 

Sea beaches.

Sea fronts.

Sea.

Salt.

Bird cries.

Horizons.

Warmth.

Roughness and chaos 

that transcend into serenity.

Where we often end up-

to start,

to restart,

to end,

to aid our journeys.

For peace,

for fury,

for guilt,

for resentment,

for fun,

for nonchalance,

for ambiguity,

for sleep that is cocooned

in the kindred tranquility

of the womb.

Remember

Remember how we were a year ago?

You and me, spread over a bed

yearning for the waves and cocktails.

We had plans, you and me,

of love, of fright, of patience and surprises.

My hands caressed the mounds of your breasts,

you toyed with my hair;

how seemingly infinite some moments are.

You giggled hoarsely,

worn out from lovemaking,

and smacked my hand away.

Remember how we were yesterday?

You and me, concerned about the love.

I sat by the window,

you sat on the bed,

gulping in the silence,

unable to find words

to fill the void of patience.

Disparity

Didn't you eat a whole plate of food?

I could just eat some salt.

Didn't you smile at the end of the meal?

I was bitter and hungry.

Didn't your mother cook you the food?

Mine wasn't around.

Didn't your father get all the groceries?

My dad was broke by the 15th.

Weren't you angry the ice cream was finished?

I could at least get a large gulp of water.

And then you said, 

"Oh, you're sitting on a chair?"

Mediocrity And Its Weight

Mediocrity truly has no merit

despite any advances its makes;

it is progress that lacks accountability.

It ends with being distraught and jealous,

with anger and insecurity.

Yet the one who carries it knows its weight,

the one who carries it knows there's no time

to dial back and make progress with the truth;

the world has moved on.

To fail and succeed 

doesn't come easily to the average.

There are no lessons to be learnt,

no wisdom to be imbibed,

no hills and valleys,

no corners to turn.

One can look ahead for miles and look back for miles

and the scenery remains the same;

sunshine and rainbows,

never the rain or the pot of gold.

Solace

I don't remember

the last time

I got drenched in the rain-

there's a need for control;

But with you,

I can say goodbye

to umbrellas and frantic running

towards dry lands.

Unaltered Pieces Of Skin and Flesh

We are all hunkered down in our shelters,

much like the cavemen of yore

who hid from plague, thunderstorms and mammoths,

clueless and fearful, unable to resort to any means

to get past the dangers.

Like them, we are muddied in real communication,

choosing to just dance to latest trends,

making memes and poking fun of others instead.

There are some who try and venture out,

only to be trampled, murdered and blown away.

The rest of us in the shelters utter solemn words

and scoff and provide insights and analysis 

on what went wrong and how things should work.

But the crooked

find a way out.

The others are hungover

on politeness and pre-conceived notions,

only to be slapped in the face

by reality when it's their time;

and even in that cognizance,

they are alone and face the storms and mammoths alone.

Such is the time we have come to-

we don't have time to make memories anymore.