Silenced in the rain.


The batteries in my phone were dead
and I wonder if he missed me…


the wind shuffled my songs and Jay-lo was singing
weeping to the microphone,
slowly pinning notes to the board
about a time when apples were ripe
and mine exploited…

scurrying footsteps, billowing whispers
and in the dust caked towns, tiny footprints formed
sordid…they left bequest for minds to untie
and I marvel… if our prints left a mark

my stiletto and your sneakers crunched many petals
under the banyan tree,
we floored the boundaries
and skipped stones,
bleached white lies and hang our clothes
that was dipped in red dye of love and
painted yellow and blue flowers
you loved abstract art,
said it spoke to you an unhinged rhythm
and I stare at the strokes,
never understanding.

but, I was not you, the genius who folded kite and rocketed pebbles into me
from then on, I have never walked comfortably

“does this sing?”
You asked me, looking at the music box
that you brought me from the street fair,
it has never worked in the first place
yet, your fingerprints brushed a cadence
and I listen to it with my eyes

we crossed the bridge from moon to earth
and kissed under radars
yet, their sonar never located us
when we were laughing,
in front of their keyhole.

maybe this poet was lazy
he who wrote us our eulogy
the emotions were polished
and flow haggard
he mastered in degrees
but I mastered in love
only a few words and
I brought life to it.

do you feel the cells breathing in your bones
I can, but it is yours, and how did I get them?

I paved steps, washing away rubble’s
and you paced on it,
swiping your new iPhone
looking out,
I watched the pigeons pestering my mind
the same once that soothed me, once!
your smile was fake when you kissed me
and it felt like the autumn’s dampness,
a sticky one
not sweet.

I hunted through strata under your skin
and found;
a broken piece of heart
crushed piece of lipstick
scrunched bones
I can see it,
in your veins
the needless heed of my touch
overgrown weeds of my rose
bludgeoned silence in your domain

Has it been raining?
damp cheeks,
red streaked lines
diluted vision
blurred reality
I guess it drenched me,
as I walked
a   w     a        y….
and he never inquired!

His coffee stains left a permanent scar
and I could hear his keys breaking my heart
trust once wrecked, stays ruined
And I switched my phone off….
then the batteries died,
yet he never asked, why!


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