I lack words,
when my eyes are shut
and my ears are sealed
and a hum of a metro
or a toy train rattling off
in distance; in and through the
ragged entrances of black boulders
cut into neat arches
dispersed among the pines and the spruces
Disappearing and appearing
synchronous with my warm chest
kept warm by the many layers of clothings
that adorns my fragile body.
My body trembles
shivers at the sight of it’s sound
Now, running through the green grass
leaving footprints,making darker shades of green portraits
brushed away by the evening wind.
The sound of a ceiling fan
the sound of an alarm clock
the thumpings on the door and the walls
mellowing into a scream of unisex cry.
I stood at the balcony
staring at the blue sky
the rumblings now far less evident
freezing in the cold wind; my ears getting warmer,
It had passed.
white eyes of Bellagio Suites
stare into the crisp shadows hiding me–
forming from men hanging their day’s spent
on parallel lines of black cable wires
their now drenched, detergent smelling jerseys
leaves puddles on hot terraces.
While, I stand
Smell of coffee wafting
the yellow lights yellower than a jaundice patient
brighten more than the neighbor;s dusty car
I feel breezy
and hear caressing. Like waves falling one on top of other.
forming a effervescent froth on the top; a taste of saline
Fish pickled in vinegar.
But honestly, these silent beings,
made of flesh and concrete
steel and blood
to my constant chatter
only speaking among the shadows
their long bodies cast.
But when I look,
far and wide;
a city far away
with far less people
with nevertheless, a million lights.
He sat outside while it rained. The red asbestos sheet sheltering him and the dog. Mother was making coffee in the newly shiny decoction set. And he could see it from the window.
Rain was getting heavier. Clouds were clashing against each other with vengeance. Sparks from flying off the electricity pole. He pulled another chair and put his feet on top of it. The sound of the rain falling made it impossible for him listen to his mother calling him.
She came and nudged him.
Startled and shocked, he let out a shriek—shriller than a girl—and dropped the coffee on the white tiles. He held the steel cup with the coffee falling all over and kept it on the wooden table. Continue reading “Fever”