hope: merge with the large

money, always, easily slipped
through my fingers
lands that i tried to own also slid
quickly from my hand

the bed i slept in the night
someone else secretly
occupied in the day

the juvenile bird i cuddled
in my bosom
to give warm comfort and a nest
flew away to build her own

my remains too, soon
the fire will consume
leaving, perhaps, my soul
to merge with that larger soul
that welcomingly smiles
from behind the veil

with broken wing

like a gander escaping the winter
that had been shot but not killed
i’m injured in my soul
and i have lost also my company

the troupe perhaps is unaware
that i have fallen on the wayside
with a wing broken and unable
even to flap, to keep me warm

my brokenness benefits none
certainly, not the one who aimed the gun
nor that onlooker who cheered him well
will it, then, be salvific for the goose

and tonight i’m puzzled
floating in a puddle of million questions
whirling in my mind, keeping me awake
and my spirit camped for too long

together we walk

my soul is grafted into yours
even as your heart flows into mine

from distance far away
we travelled separately just for a short time
to fuse together
as if two brooks merge
to become a single river
running over rocks and valleys

falling, frequently, great heights
before continuing to that ocean
walking hand in hand
with your head full of gray
and mine only a toque to keep it warm

then we would have passed that stage
to cover our hair with black
walk in business suits that restrict
and cell phone in hand
as if we are gods that run the world
to its eternity, forgetting
that we are just two mortals
like our parents before who are no more

dark night of the soul

with the loss of my love
i have also forgotten the art to pray
and god too, to me, is now remote

the scriptures, those ancient books
that kept feeding my faith in god
and sustained my habit to plead
no longer attract, nor excite my mind
to exert an impact on my soul
to reach higher and heavenward

my world both inside and outside
has collapsed completely
with that lack of care to love
and to be loved by god in human

the herb that once healed my heart
has now poisoned my blood
threatening also blockades to my road
pushing my soul to the darkest night

tears

tearing my heart into two
easily you drank, sucked
all that life giving blood
ridiculing the good of many years
simply dumping me with tears, for another

sucking his nipple with hand on his penis
rejected, then, that early love
authentic, and matured with much tears
easing your many miseries of early days
those tears, making you strong like iron wood

waves

stone falls
ripples and waves
toad observes

the lost garden

the garden I sweated for over three decades
(working so hard, with regular watering and weeding
ever caring the old plants, and planting new seedling
as i walked and talked daily with the bloomed flowers)

suddenly decided to walk away with another
(to enjoy the embrace of a rogue gardener
when he, neglecting his own, strolled into mine
to stroke and caress my blossom in the dusk)

depriving me, my soul and heart, of love
(that fragrance that inspired my heart beat
rhythmically to that distant drum that made
my work easy, providing also bliss in leisure)