MY POEMS

   

SMALL FEET AND HANDS

For a woman, I have such small feet

Let's not forget my hands, 

Which grabs oranges like a toddler's own

All these I have heard

But hadn't listen to.

Imagine if God had given Tinker bell

Peter Pan’s feet

Surely stomping along my walking would be. 

My thumbs, twiddle dee and twiddle dum

Would have become two cigar duds.

I love my tiny feet and hands

At least it makes scurrying away easier

After I bite you

If you desist not from teasing me.

Yes, I do have tiny limbs

Do you want breadcrumbs?

You big lug, 

For stating obvious things

I sit and swing my feet

While I feed breadcrumbs to you

It all goes to your big hands

Which hoists me up after a long day

Of walking on my tiny feet.

HAPPINESS

MAN: Hear me happiness, for your absence is cruel,

            A skittish lover you are, like a wild mule.

            Barely here and already gone, what a duel!

HAPPINESS: Promises I never made to you, neither did you to me.

                      Spent my due time and took my leave

                      You keep looking for me in the morrow

                      While barely acknowledging me in the day,

                      All you will court is sorrow.

MAN: Am I wrong to want happiness in tomorrow? 

HAPPINESS: Have you enjoyed today’s?

MAN: Aye, woe to me

           For greed, greed has blinded me.

GREED: Call my name not in slander,

              For In contentment, I cannot put asunder

             Oh you man, when will you learn gratitude?

LOVE CALLED

And love called,

In soft tones and consideration

Later,

It called in with self reflection and healing.

I answered both times,

With equal fervour and reciprocity.

SELFISH TEARS

I watch on as a tear rolls down my cheek

Brimming at my eyes were its siblings 

As my  heart continues to hurt with phantom pain

Pain streaming in from the barely scabbed wound

Crying would have ease the pain a little

A cleansing balm it would have served 

But in holding them back,

 I have found a bittersweet solace.