fourth of september

fourth of september
(when the gods lent the sun to me)


the drizzling sky was painted with a generous ray of glitter…
the misty breath of the winds, sprinkled with throngs of warmth…
the cascadin’ waves blended with the golden shadows…

just for a day…

the gods loaned your tender pat,
from the hand that I’ve longed to hold,

the smile,
from the lips that I’d die to kiss,

the three-lettered phrase,
which were the strongest pushes
that has made me hold on this far…

alas, all these are nothing but crumbs of what she has…


as published in The Red Ink, March 2006

s t r a n d e d

immersed,
clutching pieces of what was left
i trod, by myself,
along the eerie spaces of solitude

in damnation,
i stretched my weary arms
and cast my final dirge.
i concede…

you have emerged as the victor
in perfect bliss
while i, wounded
sealing the pain.

i remain
the steep woe
that has rained
on that september rain.

as published in The Red Ink, March 2006