Lightning on the ocean

I draw the blinds open
watch children playing on the beach
their fingers digging into the sand
toes getting sun tanned
chuckles and giggles trolling toward me
like the unforgiving waves

I once was that carefree
when we built this love hut by the ocean
the handprints of Lily and Declan
still hung on this silent wall

My mind is cluttered with last night’s terror
as ants lost their scent trail
the drumming in my head lost its rhythm
to chimpanzees’ screaming
prewarn me the coming of the storm

I grab my ears trying to erect the noise
clomp clomp clomp
here comes the tormenting spirit
the lightening flashes are blinding
they are lunging on my head

Whipped me once
Lashed out ten fold
Cracked me a life time

I give in to the chimps
hooting and screaming
at least I know what they are

IV – Kiss Collection

Cinnamon kisses are sweet at dawn
after an exotic night play
The remnant of the tangled souls
swirls like earthy warm smoke
infuses the haze cool morning

Wanderlust

Thank you Luna for letting this piece into her poetry bar, this is where I started to be connected to the WordPress poetry community.

Hope you enjoy reading it!

via Wanderlust — Luna

 

 

Honest and hard earned

A farm girl decided to survive in a big city.
She tried all decent work to bring in income
to pay for their daughter’s education,
so she would not need to follow her footsteps.

She sold rubber sandals in the market.
She mixed cement, dug trenches
and laid bricks on construction sites.

She is 5 feet tall in sun tanned skin.
She rode on a 28 inch wheel bicycle
carrying an ice box filled with ice blocks.
She waited outside her daughter’s school
in many scorching summer afternoons.
Children swamped out the school gate
at the sound of the bell.
That was the best time of her sales.
Children were reaching their hands high
to pay for the ice blocks.
It looked like a vigorous bidding scene.

She barely kept up to collect the coins
while giving out the ice blocks.
Yet her eyes always spotted her little girl
once she appeared outside the school gate.
She reached into the bottom right corner of the ice box
to retrieve the special perfectly frozen vanilla ice block,
handing it to her daughter standing on the sideline.
She never kept any eye contact though,
for the fear of the children would laugh at
her little girl has a mother working as a petty street vendor.

She received great education opportunities
from her mother’s hard labour and vision.
Every time she sucks on a vanilla ice block,
her mother’s sun tanned forehead
soaked with hot summer sweat
comes into her mind.
The melting ice block,
her melting heart,
shows up as streams of tears
she is too proud to hold back.

– dedicated to my mother

Tulip

You greet me in the morning
in shyness hiding as a bud
waiting to bloom
with the first sun ray

I mesmerise your vulnerable beauty
with little patience
caress you with eager breaths
witnessing the full blossom

Perfection

He is
warm like the winter sun
displays affection in abundance

He is
grounded like the strong roots
carries the life source

He is
transparent with his feelings
exhibits vulnerability

He is
gifted with a wicked sense of humour
shines through a beautiful mind

He is
self aware in quiet confidence
respects others with upmost integrity

He is
undeniably
perfect!