Tea Stains and Tears

Words After New Year The words are dwindling now but they will come again in time, towards this year with the purity of silk strewn through a ring. I will wait for the words because unlike politics these things have to be seen to, with patience and care like a plant on mulched sand. Sadness and Walking By The Moonlit Sea I do not whisper about the moonlit sea anymore. because I am past the age of innocence and recognitions of times I have betrayed to someone else. Instead I will wait and if you betray me I will write about you with such fervour you will wonder what hit you when I write of two soldiers walking by a moonlit sea after days parched in the desert. The Black Nazarene The Black Nazarene moves now. Each year, during the passage of our Black Nazarene, I am cursed to follow a certain predicament funny predictable infuriating. Now I find you and nothing but sand. This man who reminds me every year of what I have done what I have done what I have done to both of us. Is It The Devil In Me The devil in me says take it. Take the pen and be master of your destiny. I fear the walls are thin between us and you can see my transparent sinewy motives like tea stains on words of old books, maps, atlases of desert dunes that hold the key to fate and destiny, of lovers, soldiers and the piety of children who do not know yet how to hold a pen.