Posted in Books, Current Affairs, Literature, Memoirs, Philosophy, Poetry, Politics, Relationships, Social Commentary, Society, tagged above, across, air, all, angel, armpit, ashame, bad, belong, broken, buses, buy, care, cars, childhood, churn, clothesline, complain, cough, cover, cranny, crowd, cruel, detergent, ditch, dreams, dry, dump, earth, else, emanate, empty, every bone, exhale, fart, feeling, fish, flag, flap, fly, fortune, garbage, gift, grease, grime, he, heaven, hill, hope, hopping, hours, images, innocence, life, line, linger, little, locomotion, long, memory, money, mound, mud, neighborhood, nook, nor, occasional, odor, One, past, pavement, perfume, pierce, poem, poetry, poison, poverty, promise, putrid, rag, rice, rise, sanitize, sauce, scavenged, scent, sewer, skin, slow, smear, smell, smog, sniff, someone, sour, squeeze, stale, steam, sting, stink, stomach, street, suds, sun inhale, survival, swarm, tatter, throb, today, trash, turn, urchin, walk, wet, whiff, yesterday on March 11, 2012|
4 Comments »
His past smells of a ditch
drying up its putrid stink
as stale as the street air.
It belongs to a smoggy neighborhood.
In the memory of tattered rags
flapping like flags on the clothesline.
As if dreams can be scavenged
out of the hilly mounds
of garbage, dumping its gifts
of someone else’s trash turning
into someone else’s fortune.
No one cared about armpits
getting wet and sour for hours,
as long as the bad odors
can promise him little money
to buy fish sauce for rice.
Sniffing heaven on earth-
little angel never complaining
about life, about the linger-
of those occasional whiffs
from the broken sewer.
Nor the rising sting of steam
emanating from his broken skin
pierced by the cruel sun.
Nor inhaling the dry cough of cars
and buses farted poison.
The way he exhaled yesterday
walking on a pavement slow,
feeling the throbbing locomotion
churn on his empty stomach.
A street urchin squeezing the crowd
like a fly hopping on a hope
above the grease and grime
that smeared a childhood.
He won’t cover the past
with today’s perfume
nor sanitize its images
in suds of detergent.
He’s not ashamed
of the scent of his past-
the smell of poverty
that swarmed his innocence
and have walked
the muddy line across
the nook and cranny
of his every bones.
He survived them all.
25.279868
51.499433
Read Full Post »
Indigo
Posted in Current Affairs, Literature, Memoirs, Nature, Philosophy, Poetry, Relationships, Religion, Social Commentary, Society, tagged allow, alone, applaud, back, battle, blank, boxes, break, breakthrough, chains, changes, collision, colors, concept, courage, distant, door, down, dreams, embrace, emotion, empty, exit, fear, feather, float, glass, grey, grip, head, images, indigo, knock, life, lighter, long, memory, myriad, nostalgia, old, pass, past, peace, peddle, photographs, poem, poetry, pretend, push, rainbow, rarity, reality, reflections, river, rogue, search, sepia, shapes, someone, souls, spaces, stain, staircases, stare, stumble, sun, tether, things, understanding, undeterred, unmindful, waiting, walls, way, winds on June 21, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Empty handed you go into spaces
searching for souls like collisions
of grey shapes stumbling down
into staircases heading for exit.
Pass this way. They are the reflections
of glassy things you see staring back
at you- images of the sun battling
against the rogue winds. Then peace
will come knocking at your door
peddling its sepia stained photographs
and pushing nostalgic emotions
tethered to your distant past.
You will not allow it. You will pretend
as if you’ve come a long way from there
and someone has to understand
that they need to break down
the concept of the old life you are not
now. Though they won’t applaud changes
and alone you have to float like a river
where myriad of dreams are waiting
to become realities and rarities.
You have to be lighter than feather.
You should embrace memories
like the colors of the rainbow.
Unmindful and undeterred by fear
gripping like empty boxes and chains
to the blank spaces waiting to be filled
with courage to break through walls.
Read Full Post »