Vote – Spillwords

If you enjoy reading my poems and like my poetry, please consider voting for me! Spillwords.com Voting Page, where Spillwords Press Members can submit their vote for Author of the Month and Publication of the Month. Source: Vote – Spillwords

If a song…

If a song could tell a story what a tale it would tell… Of sweaty nights and wild exploits spouting from a bottle made in Hell. Of the lush kisses when it found a voice Pouting lips that caressed it as it fell. Of lonely nights clutching at mottled sheets Faces streaming with tears that…

Fleeting…

I want to flail, falter and fail immune to your assault the whisper in my ear urging me to be strong.   I wish to fumble: futile and feeble groping out of these walls chafing against your bones fighting the need to be strong.   I need to flee, furtive and fallow hide within the…

It rains

It rain it rains it rains On my mind from the skies  It rains. Crocheted into the day Slyly into the night  It rains. Droplets of joy  Drops of indignation  It rains Nothing dries I wipe the tear soaked face Hug the dog his fur is damp Still, it rains. 

Bombay

I never can call you “Mumbai”: In one corner you will always remain The Bombay of my youth, of dreams and wild forays Into Baghdadi and Leopold.  Taj Mahal Hotel stands stately, Brabourne stadium echoes a flood We’ve come a long way lately, it’s been “so far so good.” Memories creak into my bones Bombay,…

I did not stop

I did not stop for the pup today lying injured upon the busy street They said a car ran over it but I could see it still breathed.   I did not stop for the pup today I hid behind excuses of “work” the ‘important’ cases of ‘important’ people that were waiting to be heard….

Prayer #Notinmyname

I did not come here to rage, I came here to pray. But hold it right there: I don’t do prayer. I bow neither to Jesus nor Allah nor to any of three million Others. so what am I doing here, why are my hands folded why am I in anguish, why am I starting…

Seasons

You are the first leaf bud of spring  I am the whistling thrush That sings at dawn.  You are the first plunge pool of summer I am the glacier Melting in your arms. You are the first rain of monsoon I am the parched earth Singing your love song. You are the first shiver of…

I’m here

Quiet. My words are quiet.  Breaking through the soft beeps Of the machines Telling me that life Carries on in other worlds In other worlds  Where you walk The wind a balmy breath Upon the pond  As it shimmers  In a tarnished white glow The edges smoothed to whisper In my ear,  “I’m here.”

Fear

I hide you from the world. I do not scream out even when you slide into my bed in the middle of the night wrapping your icy fingers around my breast.   I deny you exist. Even when your blows fall upon my aching spine wringing  salty tears that I hold down within these eyes…

Vegetarian 

Knife poised I stare  At the avocado  All set to pierce the scaly skin Scoop out the ripe flesh.. Did it die When you plucked it from the tree?  Or, am I the only one Who can hear it scream?

25 years, (what do I have?)

I have rubies Encased in diamonds I have a song When the wind blows strong I have my girls  Who keep me in laughter I have love  That never let’s me falter I have memories That help me fight I have words  To keep me upright I have friends Who make my life ring true…