the sweet you gave
the sweet you gave
pushes me to ask
why you coat your words -
those rhythms of your tongue -
with sugar.
knowing how life teases
the sour of my blistering mouth
I welcome your sweet intrusion
so deliciously wrapped.
making harmony
he
sits and drinks his coffee, black, no sugar
the
other guy sits and drinks his tea, white, 1 sugar:
no
dialogue between them save the sips
coffee/tea,
tea/coffee, coffee/tea, tea/coffee...
i
watch from a distance, safe with my coke
realise
that drinks alone dont solve problems
maybe
these words, these realisations might...
who
knows what our next drinks might be
when
harmony across gaps prevails through rhyme
and
in time makes possible living peacefully.
colours/blinds
my
daughters say kids are colourblind
that
it is we the adults who change our kids
and
make them see red, blue, yellow, white....
i
no longer argue, knowing how right they are
these
young whose beautiful innocence we colour
giving
them myths and legends to frighten
their
discovery of truth, of blood, of oneness.
birds on a tree
like
birds on a tree
we
perch and sit and try to sing
we
don't have feathers
no
plumes for us who with flesh and blood
reach
out to touch the stars and fail.
like
birds on a tree
we
perch and sit and try to sing
our
chorus of mangled melodies
our
sorrows of guilt and pain
hiding
beneath the shades of our own making.
like
birds on a tree
we
perch and sit and try to sing
longing
for wings to fly
knowing
how many will die
living
in sin, guilt and unfathomed grief.
like
birds on a tree
we
will never reach the ground beneath our feet.
-
-kirpal singh,