Losing the world, leaving behind
Its collective static
One gains, where only the wind blows
A companion - in soul.
Through each response, unaccustomed
Felt, at depths, sensitized
To what gives voice to, treed and grassed
The Lord of all - whole.
She left at the yawn of dawn
Between fog-densed waking hour
And rain-soused grey morning.
Veiled, her image was laced in silhouette.
She stood behind the fog-rain, a dark
Painting, sketched in black crayons of
Languor.
Her breath, one streak of ink
Of a satanic fresco on a dingy subway.
And the breath of the rain was heavy,
Brewed in hauteur -
So was the world between us two,
Lame and proscribed.
She wandered through flighty directions.
Grouches filled her lugubrious lungs,
Blotches on the sludged track, echoing
Her slouch.
She was one mass of trembling grief.
I was one hulk of ruinous pain.
Between us, the funeral of love.
Threnodies held court on the once soft
Yolk of hugs that sensitized an ageing
Romance.
Dawn darkened with the pulse of grief
Rain pelted the senses held by solemn
Consternations, recreating a fruitless
Void of hollow trepidations.
She lurched and sidled towards the
Crag-lined route, towards earth’s drooling
Beck... and I knew the funeral
Was over.
cut off
deprived
magnetized
sensitized
to crave
desire
ache
the longing
touching
caressing
skin tingling
reacting
sensations
heightened
devouring
sole passion
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Night yet nibbles at the light.
Hare and fox are seeking each other,
they know
how to be electric, sensitized
to their dependency,
their needs.
A man in a motel
awakes, stares at the ceiling,
reaches for his wife
hands exploring dead space.
He is no longer sensitized,
nor electrically linked to her
just the loss - just the need.
hyenas don’t laugh
for nothing…
wrinkled elephant skin
is grayed with preserving
purpose unseen…
the surviving strength
of fire ants—who though not
born black—have a pretty
good idea of what’s it like…
oh this may sound
like nonsense to you
with sensitized sense
questioning it all…
to me, it’s all
allegorical messaging:
give some thought
to a beehive
hanging from a tree…
Today I came out from
monotonousness
stepped into old slippers
loose slack shirt
and in one old trousers
no deodorants encircled
my presence
let the sweat smell
I could feel the real me,
walked out in midday Sun
AC sensitized skin, burnt
to fumes, real me exposed,
I saw a man digging roadside
canal, his wife sitting with kid
on her lap hidden under her
saree sucking breast,
Sun couldn't burn them,
I burnt from inside
and outside, felt
the odour of me...
Today I came out from
monotonousness
stepped into old slippers
loose slack shirt
and in one old trousers
no deodorants encircled
my presence
let the sweat smell
I could feel the real me,
walked out in midday Sun
AC sensitized skin, burnt
to fumes, real me exposed,
I saw a man digging roadside
canal, his wife sitting with kid
on her lap hidden under her
saree sucking breast,
Sun couldn't burn them,
I burnt from inside
and outside, felt
the odour of me...
One's first glance could lead to many thoughts,
Thoughts of love, attraction or even surprise,
It's funny how your life could change with only a skip of a blink,
I saw you for the first time,
My heart leaped with excitement,
Many glances were shared after that,
But never a conversation,
Down the hallways you walk,
Ever making me feel timeless,
I constantly think about how my heart was sensitized by you,
Having making me feel mesmerized,
The beauty of your face shined,
But the beauty of your heart refreshed me like the morning sunshine,
I think I'm falling,
I think I'm falling fast,
Keeping my hopes up,
Just enough to make it last,
I'm falling deep,
Deep,
I'm falling in love with you.
Humiliation
I ask for nothing in consideration,
Not after you’ve caused undue humiliation
of my feelings and myself
by putting your kindness on a shelf
I walk through valleys of turmoil.
Self esteem dredging through damp wet soil
Eyes and ears sensitized at every corner
Myself is an island, a ship wrecked loner
A target for your criticism and scorn
And object that gives you elation
because your spirit is so torn
It will not be repaired until your shoes are truly worn
You mock me and grin at every turn.
Snide remarks and laugher in the air
What goes around comes around and it may burn
Because your mouth may bear your most wear.
Your mouth can be the beginning of building up
Or tearing down,
a person’s essence of themselves.
Words of hurt need to remain on their shelves.
If the shoe was on the other foot could you wear your own crown.
Would you gaze in haze?
as the blood boils deep in my veins
Appreciate or hate
as I draw my words
on my sensitized pad
Would you believe or ignore
as I say undoubted
I am a poet
Like a tree
I am the leaves of poetry
Hitched on with passion
and love
In my mind
In my soul
In my heart
I am a poet
Saint of imperative words
and persistent rhythms
that comes and goes
to soothe frozen life.
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