Green waves dilute and deepen in the front yard
I like the assortment of plants
I joke, will you skip me like a YouTube ad?
We chuckle. I'm funny, we agree
She says she'll miss me
And I will
But I reassure, it's just a new year
Sadly(?), not a new me
I can go on about the book I'm reading
She calls me a beautiful kid
I smile, knowing she's lonely
I keep taking advantage of it
There's nothing new about something new
There's nothing new to feel
I enjoy the chant of daily TV
There's nothing new I want to be.
Tag: aesthetic
Life between the lines
I like looking at my half-lit face
A vapid reflection on the bookshelf glass
I see the knowledge gained
So that some knowledge is lost
Outside my window I can reach out
I’ll almost touch the blank wall
But it doesn’t reflect me
Not even a half-frown or a straight smile.
To the poets who can sing of stories
In the breath of history
I am all ears in appreciation
But where am I in the conquered wombs
And the raging warriors
Where am I in the forests of civilisation
How did I swim in the stories
And emerge with a parched skin?
I am closing my soul to every word
Hosting parties for them as guests
I am not the modern living
Nor the past undead.
Beauty
A little girl with stars in her eyes
Believes her balloons will reach the sky,
And carry her wishes to the gods above.
She strains her tiny neck
To look at the vast space
A little worried if her balloons reached safely.
She still has
Concrete faith in
Gas balloons
Her eyes still sparkle with innocent joy.
The teenaged boy
Runs with his friends in the neighbourhood
Competing outside the syllabus
Competing for fun
Who can reach home the fastest?
Sweaty arms and sweaty legs,
Glistening,
Eyes too.
His only playtime after hours of coaching classes.
The tired youth in his office outfit
His head heavy
With work stress and the bike helmet
Finds a way home
The glaring traffic lights
Cannot shine as bright
As his wide grin,
His wife embraces him
Home, sweet home.
Two lovers at the park
Reddened cheeks glowing in the shadows
Like bright graffiti in a dark alley,
Emanating energy and warmth.
Pure indulgence in the loveliest of sins,
Even the gorgeous moon is dimmed by their glamour.
Some days
I only see the beauty in this world.
It does not matter if I am a part of it
It does not matter whose beauty is supreme.
All that counts
Is the brightness and the light.
Silly me,
I don’t want to blink, not even once
Lest it should all go away.
Beauty, please stay.
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