Post Disaster Relief

Monday, 10/06/2013

Chin up little girl.
It won't hurt as much tomorrow,
Even less the day after.

Hold yourself close.
Whisper on, words
you didn't get to tell him
Things that seem important
Only in your head,
Only when you can't sleep.

Think of it this way,
If not anything else
You were an evening
Undeniably well spent.

Little Poem Things

One for The Road, 
Saturday, May 25th
 

I wish I could stuff that evening in a time capsule

Tuck in the red, green, yellow threads of memories

Your eyes,

Liquid with devotion and burning incense

Staring up at me.

I wish I could stick it in a bottle to pour when needed

On nights when you stare daggers at my poor heart

Through the shape shifting mirror 

of a mercurial muse

Unforgiving, flitting, free.

Nishigondha

Thursday, May 23rd 

Submerged in a sea of rain
Smelling excruciatingly like the night

She stood alone in her bright colors.

Sore thumb against the line of ants
She bloomed, wafting heady dirty desire
Waiting; to be swept off of her feet

Or be bought for the night.

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A Ritual For Parting

(After much needed gracious editing by Rushnaf Wadud)

There should be a ritual

for when people say goodbye.

A secret handshake,

a hug,

an eye-roll,

a kiss.

It should be specific

and maybe a little

predetermined.

Couples should talk

about it before they get

into a relationship;

before they fall

into each other’s

precarious arms.

Otherwise

you say goodbye

and stare

at the backs of heads,

creating a vast amount

of empty space

as you walk away.

You don't know

if you did too little

or didn't say enough.

If you had managed

to let them realize

that safe travels

does not just pertain

to them driving.

That it means come back to me,

unharmed and unscathed

and I promise to make it better.

A hug should say that,

a special look at the airport

should express that and more

without you having to say anything

at all.

Ah! and for us fools

who haven't practiced,

we'll just stick to hoping

they could read minds.