soup

the soup is thick, and frothy
it's been simmering for a while now
and the fumes are rising
what have you in it? almost everything plausible
- a pinch of love
- a bunch of laughter
- a dash of memories
- a sprig of hatred
- a couple of bounced checks
- a sprinkling of unopened love letters
- a mix of venom, jealousy, ego and office politics
- and a whole lot of tears
i wipe the tears away as i turn the ladle once more
the soup thickens some more as i grab
whatever i can and throw in
oh, god, tell me it's done now, will you?
how long more do I have to boil
this torturous soup, especially
when i am neck deep in it myself!

a breath of life

just breathe slowly
and you will get by
the torturous moment
will pass like fading
tides in shallow seas
...all you got to do
is to listen to songs
of the birds returning
home after a hard day.

are you home?

just touch my cheeks with the back of your hands
and i will know
you are home
i have been waiting for all of three centuries
for your arrival
and now,
my eyes are finally heavy with sleep
the eyelids are falling earthwards
to clasp the grip
of reality
but don't let that fret you
just cup my face in your hands
and i will know
you are there by my side
nestle my heavy head in your bosom
and sing a song of sweetness
till my heart blooms
till i spread my wings and ruffle my feathers
from the window of my world
i will fly away,
you by my side

hell

where is hell
in my heart and yours
- beating every minute in road rage
- throbing at the temples
with ringing phones
vibrating
on silent mode
lying unanswered
and a bride unconsumated

where is heaven then
also in my heart and yours
- beating every minute the radio plays
an old time favorite
- running like blood in veins
every second the kid
kisses you unexpectedly
to share his love

january, come undone

january has come
undone,
just this moment
when we saw
a big moon, swinging
by my front door
soft like cotton candy
and as hard as a tough heart
it never gasped in surprise
when we touched
its crescent, ever so gently
but its gentle quiver
woke him up, just in time
to quickly swing by up in sky
to his usual place among the stars.

a moment of happiness
it really was
when january, came undone

if there's goddess...

when i am feeling lonely
when all my leaves have
turned yellow and died...

when my heart beats in pain
and all my tears have
melted and dried...

when my ears tingle with fear
and the hair on my nape
bristle with trite...

when my stomach hurls inwards
with heartache, heartburn
no matter what medicine i tried...

when my finger tremble, hands shake
joints rattle, bones crackle
and my bone marrow has dried...

when my children leave me exasperated
with their whines, pleas,
and incessant wails and cries...

when my eyes brim with unshed tears
scorching me with intense heat
from nightmares and futures untried...

it's you, only you, i can turn to

you are the one,
my only one in this whole wide world
who loves me
with conditions or not
with expectations or not
with lamentations or not
with indentations or not
with experimentations or not
with fruitions or not

...and love for me
is in your presence...
and beseeching...

if there's a goddess looking out for me
if there's a guardian angel holding my hand
it's you...

butterfly

the butterfly with golden wings
and a bright white glow of fortune
spun a yard of silver silk
and got ready to spawn
all over the satin wood of moss.