touch upon a word

let me reach out
and touch upon a word…

a word that lets you share
that which i feel

But fails to tell

how it scars the soul

why should you not know how it feels?

bitter tears shared have a sweetness all of their own…

and however Love may be praised

it too grows jealous
of not being felt the same by all.

A Selection of the background score to the movie “Azaghi” by Ilayaraja

2012

I write, but….

I write but
Not compelled
Not awoken
Startled by the force
To feverishly pen
What flows
What bursts forward
To be read
I do not wake
The words caught
Under breathe
Recited like a
Newly wrought prayer
Its power still new
Still raw
Still strong in its conviction
To be heard…

For Your Eyes Only

For Your Eyes Only

But there isn’t much to see

For Your Eyes Only

what is not hidden remains to be seen

For Your Eyes Only

words that whisper louder than they should

For Your Eyes Only

empty spaces lie hungrily between the lines

waiting to be puzzled at

to be spied

For Your Eyes Only

whatever is not written

has been repressed

For Your Eyes Only

let them wander over e’re

let them wonder the air 

heady with discovery

eyes wide with insight

or only a mind’s misfit thoughts

DARKNESS

Darkness
slides and slips
like glinting slime upon a mottled marble slab
cascading along the eaves
of an inked through canvas
crashing into an infinite
number of pieces
each
crystallizing
into a haze of gauzy silk
luxurious yet softly
and swiftly stifling.

prickly pins and needles
stinging until numb
i drowsily helpless
to resist its
gloopy, gloppy, oozy
pit of tar

muddled mists lazily smoke
rustling whispers surround
brushing by, bristling, listening.

startling neon colours
burst and collide
spark and fade
across the starry-less pitch-black night
pulsating in the distance
dimmer still no nearer
further still no end

a panther prowls
its spots unseen.

magic trick

candied words

subdue

questions.

iloveyous

wreath the unanswered.

recalling all

the good

the happened

the known

waylaying the unknown for another day…

a magic trick that works only because i stay silent.

earnestness urging patience

to gather its resolve 

once again

gather the visions

gather the visions, that have not come true
do not let them scatter
they will only sneak in later
ready to inflate and flatter
what is not possible.

gather the dreams, all broken and torn
do not let them fly
they will only land later
and once again pry.

gather the lies, all found and spoken
do not let even one survive
they will only bleed in later
ready to further deprive.

gather all the loves forsaken
do not let them stay
they will only linger and linger
waiting to betray.

showtime

you.

 “yes…me” (pleading eyes) it’s showtime.

 what?

 “well I…” (eyes down, blush) slow down, more emotion

 yes?

 “I was helpless…I didn’t really know you for you until i went astray”

 do you really expect me to believe that?

 (nodding-nods) no.

 I thought…

 (meet eyes, peer within) check mate.

 No not again…I won’t be fooled

 “yes…i swear” (anguish, pitiful pleading anguish)
how dare he question?

 fine. what happened…happened

 (look down, stay still) quick wipe that smirk off

 so what now?

 “I….I need more time” (sigh) again, more defeated and sad (sigh)

 why do you need more time?

“hmmm….because.” (shut eyes. turn head. dismissed)

lies take time you know…

touch upon a word

let me reach out
and touch upon a word…

a word that lets you share
that which i feel
and fail to tell
how it scars the soul

every shudder trembles
as that memorable wound is touched upon
once more….

why should you not know how it feels?

to hear the morning dew whisper
to feel the pulse of loving words
to see the heavenly sound of melodies

bitter tears shared have a sweetness of their own…

and however love may be praised it too grows jealous
of not being felt the same by all.

A Selection of the background score to the movie “Azaghi” by Ilayaraja