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A Pause

Wait, I am holding breath
there’s a thought
that keeps me
if that breath comes
I will lose
lose it all.

Wait, wait,
I cannot breathe
no, not now.

 

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31st with friends,
fireworks, wine
countdown and hugs
ended then and there.

Deep within
didn’t feel a thing
about time, I mean
knowing it will flow,
fast nor slow
with kisses or blows,
however marked
doesn’t really change
a thing.

Back home:
opened the Chinese calendar
and Arabic one too,
while my lost hopes
found life
in new years yet to come.

Wind

I’m missing touches of wind
following a heavy rain,
sudden gusts of coolness
soothing to the skin,
like an embrace
of compassion
a silent message
from somewhere beyond
a whisper, ” I care,
just hang on.”

Rain has gone,
Wind,
when will you
come again?

Wind, O’wind

A moment ago wind was raging
over my beautiful valley
knocking on window panes
waking me
not to tomorrow, but
to yesterdays of long ago.

I was little then
and wind blew strong
and scared of storms
in Ma’s lap I’d hide
begging it to go away.

These days though
I ask the wind to go
not for fear
but the memories
that it brings:
a blessed childhood
that won’t be  back,
so wind, let it go
don’t remind me so
or knock on my heart’s door.

 

It will never be

This is the tragedy you see,
he will never be
as I dream him to be
never feel the warmth that I do
never lie beside me
nor feel this closeness
in soul and body
for
he will never be
near to me, skin to skin
to radiate life within
when bodies blend
beyond barriers of being,
nor look me in the eyes
to seek this light
spreading with his touch.

It will never be you see,
for he sits on my throne
while I sit near his feet.
I look up for  light,
he never bends down
for he seeks not
what’s unknown to him
a darkness that never broke.

It will never be
this new moon
will never be a full moon.
It will not be, not be
I wish I could believe
what reality is shouting at me
that hope has no life
in the futility of my pleas.IMG_1711[1]

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Hey
when I was sobbing
with tears running
endlessly, like rivers
waters falling into seas,
all I wanted was,
for you to pick me up,
hold me
hug me
and stop the tears’ flow
with a deep kiss.

But,
I listened
to echoes of your footsteps
heard the door banging shut,
knowing you will return
on your time
with roses to console
tears that have gone dry.

Now,
how can I tell, how
that moment’s emptiness
will never be filled
for important to you was
NOT  ME
but something else.

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