Somniator

Chasing a blue pansy barefoot amid the petrichor, The damp grass tickles my soles And my heart races with exhilaration. I climb the dilapidated brick walls Feeling like I have climbed mountains, I sit on the steps of my front porch On a serene starry night And wonder what lies beyond the Hills in my hometown, What lies beyond the crimson sunset over the horizon, And I dance to the music in the winds, Oblivious of the leers thrown at me, Unaware of the lecherous men lurking around me. My yellow dress with tiny daisies Can’t shroud my slender thighs While your baby face masks Your depraved intentions flawlessly. You tell me I look pretty And place your hand on the birthmark On my left cheek. But it’s not the only place you place your hand And 15 years later, I still remember The 6 by 6 bed with the mandala prints On the sheets and the locked doors And muffled sounds from the television Playing in the background. The family ce...

What keeps you up at night? Is it a lover’s quarrel Or the misery of unrequited love? Or perhaps the loneliness that creeps at twilight? Are you scrambling over your tempestuous life? Are you unsettled by your erratic future? Is it the fireworks that give you sleepless nights Lighting up the sky like a million bursting stars? Lying awake at 3 a.m. with a sense of hopelessness And countless thoughts tormenting the mind, Do you wonder how sad people are? Do you surmise that the world is an illusion? A momentary lapse in judgment And a lifetime of regrets; A series of misfortunes, Confusion and indecision in every step Where do you find your Purpose? How do you comprehend your Existence?    But there’s comfort in darkness And repose in desolation. So maybe as you lie down You’ll find stillness in the rustling of leaves While the crickets chirp a lulla...