Without the sirens, Our fathers heard the marriage bells. Dear wind, Please ferry this plaint to The sons and daughters Whose umbilical cords knew this soil, Tell them, Yes tell them That to be someone else is expensive, And ask them To choose between the apparels weaved with our toil And the garments that swam the sea.
Without the sirens, Our fathers heard the marriage bells.
I stopped writing the moment you left. You were my inspiration for every single word I thought of. I loved the desire of your eyes when they looked at me.
Many a time, I felt your hug was the safest haven (tears flow from eyes). Since you left, I’ve swum in reverie thinking we were a thing, Thinking we were a bliss, Thinking we were better than hatred’s abyss, But I dreamt of a fallacy—we were just a fling.
Days birthed—crawled—walked into the lair of years, And years gave up the salt for new dawns. Love, I still held you close to my heart. If there was something I did, You should’ve told me, But you chose to walk the aisle of the dumb.
Why, why did you leave?
My love began and ended with you. Death is whispering its silent, ebullient, melodies in my ears
…I thought ’tis one of the odd days of love Where the curls of your hair will walk away from me, And still, respond with a wink. Where dashing for the doorknob Was just a way you expressed anger and disgust— It wasn’t.
At least, it could’ve been voiced—this breakup, Or probably said over lunch, But it came with a beep— A text laced with thorny swords— A text as deadly as a serpent’s venom— A text, midget-like, but full of pain. It whispered it’s over, For another sits on the heart’s throne.