New visions,
New longings,
New steps to reality.

New omens,
New mistakes,
New signs of change.

New wisdom,
New grounding,
New understanding of the strange.

New hope,
New faith,
New ways to move on.

New beginnings,
New goals,
New paths to a new dawn.

New rituals,
New sunsets,
New loves to fawn.

New games,
New pawns,
New fates to spawn.

Pondering about a year of relationships
that like a runaway train
went crashing off in unwanted directions,  
I wonder if it’s warmth of love or heat of jealousy
that made for such a hot start to the day.

Can either be measured on the scales of profit and loss?
Do they happen because they must?
Like the flower that withered away smiling,
or, the moonlight that disappeared in joy?

I think I know Love well,
so well that sometimes I despise it
with contempt grown out of familiarity.

Like a fool, I’ve shunned all that could be kind,
seeking love without really expecting it.
And, in place of Love,
I’ve ended up feeling like a wounded Dove.

After many an erosion, and contra-indication
only the good memories survived
as an ode to all that had once seemed beautiful and true.

The excess baggage that I couldn’t shake off
got stuck to me like glue.
But, not all failed relationships are that bad
because they’ve finally brought me to you.

I was very young; I forget exactly at what age it was
when I started looking for you.
No memories remain to guide me back to the start.
All I know is that I remain young at heart.

Pondering over what I didn’t get,
I console my heart to let bygones be.
I would never have found you, my newest you
If all of the past hadn’t happened to me.

Just when peace has snuffed out the long-suffering flame,
like a bolt from the blue you crash-landed in my life.
And, like a crazy rhyme looping in my head,
I turn to the Universe, and ask, ‘Why now? Why again?’

Unsure of giving in to another crazy cause
I decide to stop searching, and, pause.

Perhaps, a stray memory will help me return some day,
guiding me to where I belong, somewhere along the way.

And, with a bolt from the blue,
lightning struck my heart.

I watched a meteor shower
light up the night sky.

Only towards dawn did I realize
that my gut was uprooted like an elm,

Whose bark was blown in the lightning’s path
while, I was busy watching the thunderstorm explode.

Perhaps, I still remember what was good
because, in those moments
eternity was both real and right,
and, it felt endless enough to last forever.

Perhaps, I no longer love you
as I had loved you before;
but, I still love you,
just not in the same way anymore.

Perhaps, I am finally at peace with you
because, we rushed when we could’ve sauntered,
and, ended up going our separate ways
instead of arriving where we were meant to be.

Perhaps, it was all worth it;
the pain, the questions, and, the sadness
because the memory of the journey
remains as strong as a silk thread, meant to last a lifetime.

I wonder if the universe forgot my serving
Of the much needed portion of loving.

Too generous a serving makes excessive demands on my ribs,
And, my appetite has waned for distilling truth from your fibs.

This is probably the last time you’re the cause of any poetry
As I determinedly push away the stench of your memory.

But, truth is that somewhere in my crazy heart, I still crave you
As hungry thoughts sit there teasing me to unplug the corkscrew.

In weighing the right vs the wrong,
She dissected thoughts of him all night long.

It could’ve been a shooting star,
Instead, she was left holding a melted chocobar.

Why do dreams always come with price tags?
Why is it that absurdity, and, pain end up together as gags?

Why is her truth someone else’s lie?
Why does it seem like her finger got stuck in the pie?

Like a bloody tooth hanging on the length of a dental floss,
She was scraped out of her shell, while he walked on with a casual toss.

And, now that peace has numbed the searing pain,
She seems disinclined to rise from the ashes again.

The air is thick with more than just a lack of words,
Because silence does speak louder than words.

Silence is not always the best option;
But, often it is the best answer for lack of a better option.

Or, perhaps silence is the best aid for patience
Especially, when someone is really trying my patience.

Like it or not, silence causes no harm;
Much like this afternoon that it fails to charm.

There was no fight, or fanfare.
Only an acrid smell of burnt hair.

A solitary heart raged louder than a storm.
What was begotten got buried in earth like a worm.

Sooner or later this feeling too will end,
Like all things that eventually transcend.

*The Thursday Poets Rally*

Sheets of rain
Beat incessantly on
The window pane.

I can hear
The sea rise, and, grind itself
Flat against rocks.

The night mingles
With the sounds of the
Moaning coconut trees.

Memories of you
Emerge from the shadows
To drown me.

Like tidal waves
They swallow my heart, and
Throw it far out.

With dawn break,
It’s washed ashore like a shipwreck
On a deserted island.

*Poetry Potluck*