Neither a patriot nor a cosmopolitan
I’m walking no party line, carrying no cross
Sorry for this, but I’m just metropolitan
Making the ends meet, giving no toss
About others, and they feel the same
About me, so we’re on equal footing
Have a nice day is the one thing we say
Whoever we meet, doesn't mean rooting, tooting
Once I had a dream to live by the sea
Then in the garden I wanted to spend
The rest of my days, but it wasn’t to be
So I waved goodbye to both dreams that I had
That’s how I see it, patriots and cosmopolitans
Immigrants, refugees, seekers of home
Set your sails straight away to the dearest ones
Otherwise, you are bound to make it alone.
My mind wanders these days, in the familiar space between us, between yesterday and tomorrow. Here, in this now, when the day is unfolding beautifully, I feel more alive than I did yesterday, than I will tomorrow.
And throughout this dawn, when aliveness is the sun, while you lie peacefully dreaming, I reach toward you. From your breath that draws my hand upon your chest, where it rests and lingers on the quiet lifting.
For I will never know the moment it passes; it will go into the wheeling hands of memory. My fear: that you will forever be etherized in the tenderness of my heartbeat.
Here, in this now, when our breathing aligns under a new morning sky, I drum that heartbeat against your chest.
You arise, opening your eyes, and my fear passes. Where it goes remains unnamed. Further, in the distant reaches of your eyes, I see not the sun but the flowering of your soul. From the feet of crows to the crease around your nose, and the freckles in between.
Dawn-kissed and heavy-eyed, you slip like liquid through my ribs and still my heart, squeezing me close and retreating back into little death.
Children add charm to the house
A source of happiness and togetherness for spouse
Parents' love has no limit and end
It's always true,they never pretend
The love is equal for one and all
Whether big,Whether small
All are dearest, without doubt
It's the affection, all about
Those who need attention more
Feel neglected to the core
He who is loved more
Is weak and timid,for sure
For the parent, all are equal
Love and care,are same as sequel
Which one do you love more?
One may ask,amongst the four
It's a question, obvious for a parent
If one feels,the love is apparent
Parents' love has no boundary
It's always equal, all and sundry
Parents' love is always a blessing
It's genuine, that goes without saying...
My dearest lover bought me a cover,
To help me sleep with warmth through winter.
Even when I sometimes felt somewhat bitter,
I hold this blanket, think of him, and feel better.
My dearest lover comes to me in any weather,
I wrap him in the blanket and hold him closer.
When he's held by me, he becomes warmer.
When I'm near him, my heart becomes fonder.
My dearest lover promises we'll stay together.
Every sweet promise makes our love deeper.
I only hope I can make us happier and happier.
I only expect he appreciates me as his lover.
My dearest lover makes me feel I too matter.
So I'll always make sure he is looked after.
He makes me feel so much gladder,
For he is as sweet and smooth as cake batter.
To My Dearest ……… ,
There is something I need to say
I suffer love of you
in a very old fashion way
The thoughts of loving you
engulfs me from day to day
And I hold you in my arms
With imaginary display
The silence of your song
Sings with beautiful sway
The times before our meeting
Says bring light without delay
But yet and still our weaknesses
Have desires held at bay
Silence the screams of secrets
And shyness to a grave
My loneliness and love of you
Within myself a rage
Curiosity and fantasy ask
When will come the age
When will end this suffering
With loves slow decay
Can I find your heart
Before feelings go astray
Will time and love join together
And have it’s wonderful day
Or will truth never reach us
And a future just go away
Your steps forgot their way,
your strength forgot its name.
But love refused to sway
as Parkinson's laid claim.
I lost you day by day,
and miss you just the same.
I hated your faults
more than I lusted your charms
As life became hell
and a new call to arms
I hated the darkness
your beauty can’t hide
With blame the new weapon
that kills from inside
Each movie we made
a celluloid fire
A booze filled disaster
of poisoned desire
I married you once
I married you twice
Divorced in the ruins
— your drama enticed
(Dreamsleep: April, 2026)
I’m trying to unlearn the sting of your name
I’m trying to uncarry the weight of the blame
You love to sweep our mess under the rug
I can’t even remember the last time we hugged
I was always treated as the black sheep daughter
I looked for your love but you couldn’t be bothered
My childhood traumas became your taboo
You wanted me out, you said we were through
My aching depression, you called it the ‘blues’
Til I took a toaster bath and it finally broke you
That was the first time I ever heard you cry
Cuz you’ve been at my throat and I never knew why
I forgive you because in the end you’re my mother
Even if I hate it, there will never be another
If you died tomorrow I don’t know that I’d ever recover
But thank you for taking care of me and my brothers
And I’m sorry that we never got it quite right
Our relationship was always built out of spite
But maybe one day we’ll end this lifelong fight
And maybe, just maybe, we’ll actually be alright
A shadow cast in harsh design,
the Ombrielle I called her, truly mine.
But laced with pain and sharp disdain,
a memory held by careful chain.
The disrespectful echoes now subside,
a space within where I reside.
No longer bound by endless pleas,
Solivance arrived and set me free.
From the broken ground, my colors start to rise,
a self-chosen light beneath clear skies.
I wasn’t online when you called
The signs of missed calls now I see
Each time, when through our chats I scroll
Hearing your messages to me
Your voice remains with me forever
It’s not the past that passed away
You speak, and we are stuck together
As always, as we are today
You look as young, as I remember
You being the last time we met
I’ve changed a bit, my dearest sender
You’d laugh if heard me saying that..
My dearest Hannah
Her name a palindrome.
Her pure heart so loving and smart.
Being with her is so comforting like coming home.
She makes me laugh we have such fun.
Her face her eyes her smile
Sometimes are all I have.
And like a palindrome
Her love for me is always the same.
And the consistency
That I know I’ll never be alone.
She was once my daughter
But is now my mother.
I’m ok with that.
As I feel the certainty
She’ll always be here happily willingly
To take care of me.
Mommy for years you have rested,
beneath the rich dark earth waiting;
waiting to be joined,
by a child perhaps.
How lonely you must have been all these years,
I always thought it would be me;
but another may join you soon.
I promised to take care of him,
on your death bed you begged me;
I tried so very hard,
but he had ideas wild.
He longed for adventure, to see mountains,
so he moved away from me;
oh, he was so strong willed.
But, today I am writing you this letter,
and placing it in a violet grape envelope;
it was your favorite color,
and I will bring your boy home.
I promise, he will rest with you among the trees,
his name will be engraved;
in the stone under yours, mommy.
But, perhaps God will give us a miracle,
and his life be spared- oh, I am praying;
though, he may wish death,
for sure he will be different.
But, if God should call is name mommy dearest,
I will bring him home to you,
he will not rest in a place far away.
My mind goes
The wind blows
Into the unknown
I reap what i sow
The fright that I know
Is this where I have to let go?
Worshipping an unglorified tacit
Let me stand in bliss
Dearest reader, I have many secrets
But I wont tell you now, I'll wait till you're older
Heavens know I have many regrets
But I wont tell you now, please wait till I'm bolder
There are many things about me you dont know yet
But I wont tell you niw as you rhetorically cry on my shoulder
There is a version of myself you havent met yet
But I wont show you now, for she's angry, much darker...colder
I dont know if I'll tell you when your tears have dried
Or when you no longer cry
I'll tell you my secrets but maybe when you're wiser
Though it might take a little longer
For I dont want to be a bother
Till then you can cry on my shoulder
While I pretend to be stronger
Silvia,
I am writing this in the hopes that there is a kind of closure for us.
A mending of the holes we bore in our souls.
Silence has defined us for far to long.
Silent are the whispers that strung us along.
Feeling misplaced.
Disappointment has found us.
I can only support your decision.
No participation. I can not help you
by breaking our hearts.
My best intentions are to far apart.
You were my shelter, the
Rock that I built my life upon.
Our love the storm. I must leave
my heart behind for it knows
no other life. I lack the sustenance
that brought it to life. lustful places
is now where I reside. I'd rather not mention.
I need you to remember the rhythm to the rhyme
we once shared
so I can go free.
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