Few of my million daily thoughts, stories, and poems survive the battles in my head and make it to this blog.
Help me give them a louder voice.
(All poems are written by me, you can call me Zee)
A hesitant kiss on the cheek, close to her mouth,
He doesn’t know what to do, can’t stop the train.
Soon she’ll be gone.
The frogs in the pond, he yelled, they are begging you to stay… it’s not just me!
These trees! They cried all night while you laid between the sheets.
And you know the cricket, that one that you asked me to take outside, he sung by our window all day long…it’s not just me dear, it’s not just me!
She couldn’t look him in the eye. One way ticket is all she can afford. Is all she wanted– secretly.
The vibrations of the ground told him that the train is near.
There’s nothing he can do
He looked at her, with a sad smile: “look at me darling!”
“You know, the mountains won’t meet the flat ground you’re going to…the smell of hot concrete will make you miss the pond’s stench. The stars! They won’t be visible dear! Won’t you miss the stars?”
Her cold hands that he held on to were so warm once.
She wasn’t in love anymore. The pond was a thing of the past…she’s ready for the next train.
She didn’t even pack her cloths
A hand bag is all she took, filled with papers and colored pens… and a dried old flower that he couldn’t remember giving to her.
She hasn’t stopped loving him; she just needed a new muse.
Her fuel was inspiration and the pond has run out.
(By me, written Feb 2012)
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee