worn-white zafu,
dented permanently
and wryly receiving
my bottom and my word
"permanently."
It shows impressions
from my demanding waitings,
just as my mind does.
Ah! The problem.
John John's waitings must feverishly write
A day without John John that's just not right
We talk every single day
Never a loss for what to say
Each day we babble on in the early morning light
Leaving behind, the red tulips
You leave, the unnamed autumn
That showered snowy flowers of silent concern.
Throwing thorns on my heart,
Though it was out of question,
Since no thorns were born of friendship
You listed me in the group of fellows,
Not even to be looked at, of foes...
Alienating my lines of deep, but bitter affection
As we couldn't possess
All that crept in our courtyard,
You showed me a vine without buds on
And taught me to be a less dangerous enemy,
Who could never attack, but only stay calm...
Attending to my waitings, first,
Listening to my words, you kicked me off
The steps of your worries...
You are not to be blamed!
My heart, so silly,the fly to fall in the dark
With its lights burning, not to wipe out the clouds
But to be damp in cries,is the culprit
Jailed are my pangs for you in the dungeons
Of untold revolts, of passion sinful..!
A Portuguese princess there on the stairs
Knee high and smiling of wish filled cares
A grin of a sprite and a handful of pickings
A thought to feelings and a feel to thinkings
Till pointed announcement, "For you and for you."
A secret left caught in her spirited dart to
Another pressing matter of love and games
A month passed and pity's provocation aims
To knocking on my girl's hollow door
Sounding a nothing echo for the evermore
Wistful angel synced to clocks not mine
So disadvantageous did thine flowers consign
Why not to honouring when I had a lover
Who did not gloat to beauty put asunder
By modern wants and riverless walks
and treeless skies and dreamless talks
Give me back your moment of bestowing
That glinted charm that beckons love's sowing
With a woman I needed and wish as you
To see lover's love letting blue be blue
And fire warmth and winters just waitings
Till red ribbons make kites tailings
Under summer suns, above greenery breathing
Come back again to the stairs and stepping
up to shake my shirt and turn my head
With a handful of love and repeat what you said
"For you and for you" and spirit into my memory
as the omen that begun and beget a true love's story
In the midst of the summer heat.
I kept waiting for the odds to beat.
A little cool breeze to blow my way.
An empty pocket dream filled with pay.
Lost within the endless reflection
Of all the bad times recollection.
The mirror of lies never cuts a deal.
Believe it, and your fate it will seal.
Looking for hope in an angels face.
A little good luck and a little grace.
And the answers are what you want to hear.
Not, no thank you, I'm sorry dear.
It leaves you wondering what would you do?
If everything was suddenly brand new.
And it all just seemed to go your way.
Would you get down on your knees and pray?
Well waitings all the luck I've known for a while.
I foolishly developed a losing style.
Now hope is my only friend.
I just hope it's still there in the end.