That cup of tea on my hand
Fingers clasped around it
It felt so real, yet it never was
Is this life less warm because it wasn’t?
Dreams, parallel worlds
You smiled and everything bloomed
Today when I saw you in the mall
You didn’t even look back
So different we were
In that world that we let go
So warm, like that cup of tea
Full of hopes, full of joy
It felt so real, I believed it was
Awakening to my senses now
I feel a deep sense of losing
Something that I never had
An alternate path that I never took
Some warmth into my life that I so much need
Like the cup of tea that we never shared
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Billy and his Daddy
Daddy had told Billy, “All humans are equal.”
Yesterday when Daddy was having a quarrel with the neighbor
Billy was writing a sentence over and over again
That Daddy gave to him, a handwriting exercise
“We all love each other.”
Tomorrow Billy will ask, “Why did you yell at him, Daddy?”
And Daddy will look at him, look at him and keep looking
For he will need time to search
An excuse to excuse him from his actions
Just like countless times before
And Billy will get an answer; a mumbled something
He will try to remember it hard,
The same mumbled something
He is going to need it when his son asks
Yesterday when Daddy was having a quarrel with the neighbor
Billy was writing a sentence over and over again
That Daddy gave to him, a handwriting exercise
“We all love each other.”
Tomorrow Billy will ask, “Why did you yell at him, Daddy?”
And Daddy will look at him, look at him and keep looking
For he will need time to search
An excuse to excuse him from his actions
Just like countless times before
And Billy will get an answer; a mumbled something
He will try to remember it hard,
The same mumbled something
He is going to need it when his son asks
Gutters and the Shoes
Day before yesterday he slipped, he fell, he cursed the gutter, and he walked again
Yesterday again, he slipped and I watched the replay, even his cursing sounded dubbed
When he slipped today as well, I could no longer contain myself
I went to the gutter, squinted my eyes for something,
Nothing
The gutter wasn’t big
I tried to walk over it the way he did
I didn’t slip, I didn’t fall and I didn’t have to curse at all
I followed the person who slipped, I wanted to know
It was a curious thing, you see; to slip over something that others don’t slip
I caught up to him and I asked him why,
I was bulldozed with his curses
Before he walked away, dragging his mindless feet
Only then I saw the thin sole of his shoes, worn out and just a stretch of rubber
It never was the gutter and never will be
It was, is and will always be the sole of his shoes
Yesterday again, he slipped and I watched the replay, even his cursing sounded dubbed
When he slipped today as well, I could no longer contain myself
I went to the gutter, squinted my eyes for something,
Nothing
The gutter wasn’t big
I tried to walk over it the way he did
I didn’t slip, I didn’t fall and I didn’t have to curse at all
I followed the person who slipped, I wanted to know
It was a curious thing, you see; to slip over something that others don’t slip
I caught up to him and I asked him why,
I was bulldozed with his curses
Before he walked away, dragging his mindless feet
Only then I saw the thin sole of his shoes, worn out and just a stretch of rubber
It never was the gutter and never will be
It was, is and will always be the sole of his shoes
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