La Grande Jatte

I saw him in the morn

I was unusually early

He was tall, with a broad frame

had that look one could easily imagine

     out of a 2-D description

but all I had in my head was you

it was all about you


He snapped away with his equipment

our wavelengths intervened

sometimes beings resonate in very

unique patterns,

but all I had in my head was you

it lead me back to you


When you say great minds think alike

when you share the same catch phrases

identity, associations, or a cuppa

do you label yourself

a class

with an emission of a collective pride and arrogance?

No - he was not an embodiment

but somehow, it was still about you


Of course

sometimes, I wonder if we've lost it

it feels like we're building blocks

wooden and plastic ones

red, blue, and yellow

as the blocks got stacked higher

as the surface expands

as we take turns to participate



Can I see you again

even when seasons change

ligaments torn, bones broken

skins shed and vessels thicken

Displacement

You've lost yourself in a peat swamp

the concrete jungle

a woven web of golden silk

When you swim to the surface to grasp

oxygen

you released self to your subconscious

effortless actions

comfort, familiarity

a modus operandi 

oh don't you deserve a little love

after a saunter in the snow storm

what tops a little pamper 

as some physical experiences

currencies can define

I just wanted to be soaked and grounded, 

you uttered

and there I stood,

forgotten

somewhere in between those lines

Hundred Yard Dash

The voice in my head echoed louder

I recognized, it doesn't differ only on its dynamics

but its depth

trenchant was its tone

sonorous was its resonance


So I drove to the nearest beach I could find

bared my feet and ran to the waters

I called upon your name

worked my intercostal muscles

left you messages

interposed between the abundance of minerals

there wasn't a slight reflection

I guess it had travelled miles and miles

and miles

to an island, maybe

least,

envisioned in my mind



When you think of me

doubt not, it is I

hellos, gentle brushes, or a warm presence

telepathic, maybe - maybe not


only when you think of me







My actions;

those which speak louder than words



I'm missing you

Lay Down

I saw you

standing at the roof top

flag poles within my frame

but of course, a stereo vision

my head tilted up

I started dreaming when you're not around

you were smiling and waving in return

an excited gesture

you looked fairly happy

a reason obtained



An elevation

I smiled, caught myself thinking of you

muscles retained, more light absorbed

chronologically, of cause and effect

what had you left

and what had you taken away



You know, I'm an island girl

I fall in love with sound of waves

and those echoed from gigantic seashells

I become fearless

I become closer to self

I become




that doesn't really matter

I'd like to go with you

wherever is our destination

I wish I could say


how tough could that be?

what is there to lose?

I asked everyday

just so I can paint my imagination

and show you a piece of it

not flashing

just to share

joy I think you might like to see



A bottle of sand, maybe

as I send my thoughts

you'll be delightful to watch

handling woodwork and such

Sea Breeze

We learnt that goodbyes have their moments

each storyteller fights to have their ideas bought and sold

sometimes we contest for a golden ticket

for reasons, to be awaken

to be buried and to be lid in inferno


Perhaps you might say otherwise

you are always about ongoing action

carefree from unnecessary shackles

Lets argue, lets have a debate

and award ourselves

no matter what ends on our plate

I love you like that,

yes, you can't see

your objectified obsession(s), favourite coloured shirt or

favourite memory of intimacy,

I wish they could tell you something




I love you like that,

can't you see

Dusk of Gray

My Greek chorus starts to sing

the women of Argos

as I waited for you beside the lake

there were the earth and the sky

an awaited response

what was I thinking

there's nothing wrong

I smiled to myself

but what was I thinking


You got into your closet

put on your gears

and vanished into thin air

you have one goal, only one vision

your theory of utility

sets a different tone -

for liberation,

is what you pitch for

the greatest value to be protected, and cherished for




And what was I thinking

I have a beginning, and an end written

you remained, strong as a soldier

a ball of light, glowing and reshaping its existence -

stay for little awhile

I held

we can walk a little further down

forget proposal sheets

lets both amalgamate in our abstract landscapes

Somniloquy

Did you just

planted a kiss on my neck,

and one more

within the radius of my third lumbar vertebrate


I like it when you had your presence linger

between my arms, on my bosom

or embraced from the back


I drifted into the subconscious

   with a message intended to be conveyed

you might have had the scent traced

and dropped by for awhile

did you?






with you

I can never stop

no artificial goals nor mechanical motivations

but a heartbeat churned within

what observed was dynamic

gives new life, a fresh perspective

and the depth I could possibly explore

between light, and the dark

and much of the undefined, and undiscovered




stories we've read and regurgitate

standards we've interpreted and imitate

emotions touches our core

to manipulate, resulting submission to be gleaned

I am here

readily donned

so that you can complete your role

played as part of your fable

in this lifetime




I wish I could touch you

without inhibitions