Tuesday, April 21, 2015

256. My storytellers in Morocco

tell me
for I want to hear it all
though I doubt
there are words enough
to tell it all
 
what did you feel
 
when you
saw mile-long wavy blankets
of sand
with yard-long shadows
of self
 
when you
sat atop the ships of the desert
with their long nonchalant strides
and droopy eyelids
 
when you
stood on a dune
with a gust of a desert wind
locked in your hair
 
when you
gazed at an intricate carpet
(which must have taken years in the making) -
a mute audience to the gossip of its makers
while they wove magic with their dexterous fingers
 
when you
spotted a lone tree, a stubborn shrub
holding fort
valiantly and persistently
against the tenacious desert storms
 
when you
chased the sun
blazing down, one hour;
and racing to seek the desert blanket,
the other -
inspired by your footprints
scattered
across the dunes
 
when you
came across
kind strangers in colorful robes
strange kindred souls taken in
by snakes and monkeys
pretty women with bashful looks
restless men with wistful demeanor
 
tell me
for I want to hear it all
 
of the places where you stood and smiled
and the moments of beauty that made you sob
 
of the times you felt like conquerors of eternity
and the times when you surrendered,
conquered by the magnificence
 
tell me
when you find time.
but do tell me,
my storytellers in Morocco
---
 
An ode to the lovely couple who are chasing the sun

255. Ellipses

when someone
smiles at me,
i amusedly
revile.
unsmilingly
i smile
waiting in
denial
that it will be
a while
before
I see
you
'coz i...

i drop strange
messages
to strangers
on sites
trapping in
them, cages
their pointless
delight
uninterestedly
turn pages
on conversations
that fight
to stay
alive
'coz
i...

i drop vowels
into wells
stand still and
mumble spells
wishing that
you hear them
if you do
then do tell
if you are
doing well
'coz
i ...

i am
not

i am
not doing
well

i am
not doing
well
at all

i am
not good
at this

i am
not good
in rooms
crowded
by sounds
of my clucks and sighs
and ticking clocks
and clicking keys

i am
not good
with
sentences
that end
in ellipses

not good
at waiting

not good
at...

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"You are so fuckin' special... I wish I was special!! But I'm a..."