Generic love sonnet

Walking through the dewy green carpet

Spritely Gladness grabs my living being

Whispers lightly of happiness’s doorstep

And tells of moments cheery and fleeting

Youth on the side nods her head to agree

“Don’t mourn when cheer is nearby”, she warns

“out of your hand years will fly”, Gladness tells me

“And no longer will that smile your face adorn”.

Looking for my will, I feel abandon

In this arena against gaiety and youth

Resolute in my fixed decision

To embrace Grief, I ignore their talk uncouth

Sullen Gladness and Youth cast to the side

On wet ground, my feet continue their ride.

Summer Night of Love

Bright stars fill up the dark blue nightly sky,

Shining down upon lonely lovers;

The gentle Summer Breeze speaks softly by,

Caressing the nearby sleeping flowers.

Softly solid demands for endless love

Rupture the deathly silence between them,

Passion bursts like soft heavy clouds above

Then slowly want ebbs away from the two

The reverberation of love dies as

The proclamation of the night returns.

Loudly the crickets converse in the grass,

As the two silently emerge from the ferns.

Now, silence mingles with sounds of the night

As the stars continue to sparkle bright.

Brahman

I doth bring forth the fruit of life

The chirrup of the bulbul

The scorch of my flame doth burn and nurture

I pass through the expanses

And the sapling doth blithely sway for my rapture

From the slant I move the light to the o’erhead

In the tall shadows

I see the agitation of the day

In the slant dusk, I see my creation coming to rest

Every birth I mark with another death

A leisurely stoke of my whim

And my creation turns to dust

I banish the light to the gallows

Only to be freed early in the morrow

Laying with the end on the horizon

I flit through Time

Cradling the fledgling in my arms

And crushing the dry leaf ‘tween my palms

Indolence seduces me

I let my creation be

In the unidentifiable hollows of my desires

Lay the three sisters of faith

I turn in my sleep

Beings fear me

And yet know me not

I bring them death and bring them birth I do

From the depths of their bosoms

Doth fear of my next move reside

Like the cloud, there is no end

Through destruction I bring forth more birth

I turn

Fatigue over takes

Will I start it again?

For now, the question remains unanswered

Hung between the spectral and the temporal

My thoughts wander

I fall into a deep slumber

*

Only to awake again

Brahman rests.

The Bazaar

The narrow path widens

Now packed with people.

We are reaching there.

                                   *

Reapers with their crop,

Milkmen with their tins,

Children sent on errands

All heading towards the Bazaar.

                                   *

The sun lights the warm sky,

The earth begins to heat

Packed bodies raise the temperature

The sweat and oppressive weather can’t deter the buyer.

                                    *

Some sell cloth, others sweetmeat

Shawl sellers from Kashmir,

And red chilly from the desert.

The vendors propagate in shrill voices.

                                     *

A loud din hangs over the air,

The women haggle with the sellers,

The men noisily sip their tea,

The children shriek and run around.

                                    *

The sun begins to descend

As the crowd begins to thin.

The women tug their children behind them,

The men get up and stretch.

                                    *

Silence slowly sweeps the bazaar,

Only a few people are visible,

The dirt road is packed again,

The people are returning home with their hands laden with the days purchase.

                                    *

The women hurry back home to dinner,

The men lounge about at each other’s,

The children go back to their homework

Tomorrow will be another day.

Bright Rapture

Fills me like water a seabed

Surges out of my being like a waterfall

I twirl in the air lest heaven forbid

My rapture and ecstasy to the ground fall

I lock eyes with the shining star

And take in its twinkling brightness

The night sky holds itself far

Away; keeping euphoria in its firm fluidness

Reaching out I try to grab hold of more

Hand hurting I fall on the floor

Of the green earth

A happy failure in a sleepy starry eyed mess.

Shenanigans in Mexico

I really want to update my blog with happenings in my vida mexicana! So, I'm already doing it in spanish and since my proficiency in the language is more like: "why you no go when i tell to go", I obviously, want to keep an english blog too. For purposes related to sanity.


You will notice that what I have written so far is grammatically incorrect. This is what happens when you are speaking another language 24/7. It is more than possible that spanish words will creep into my english blog and that my english blogs will not have any structure. Está bien. Happens.

For starters, I have the best host family imaginable. No, seriously. My host dad told me to cal over all the other kids on the program so we could have a barbecue. He proceeded to inform me that cerveza (beer, for the uncultured) is the national drink of Mexico. It isn't. He also told me that his son should make me his famous mojito cubano, you know, to give our hija a proper welcome. My mexicana mamá is the best cook you can ever meet. She made me LOVE prawns. I don't touch sea food. It is an accomplishment that my own mother has not been able to make. She's cooked me oriental soups, lasagnas, salads, mango salsa, fried prawns in coconut and super delicious breakfasts. I won't be surprised if I gain at least 15 pounds after my viaje. My host brother is a bundle, no a giant bundle, of laughter. I literally do nothing more than hold my sides because he makes me laugh so much. He told me that since I am his hermana, I get to go to all clubs and bars for free. Obviously, he knows all the right people. When regular people pay $100 (Yes, american dollars) for a bottle of good alcohol, he gets it for free. Duh.

The entire group of Dartmouth students conmigo are amazing! Our prof is great, he swears like nobody's business and shouts hijo de puta in the class. Amazing. Chingaron is one of his most used words, obviamente.

Oh well, too much good food and a sudden bout of happiness that had purposefully evaded me for sometime has made me sleepy.

So, for now, adios. I will come back later, hopefully, with more updates :)

All I Ever Say

After your girl breathes no more

After your child lies limp on the kitchen floor

After your neighbor’s gone

After your dog’s uneaten meal is strewn across the lawn

I will say sorry.

When the bride doesn’t make it to her wedding

When a chaffinch stops singing

When your wait is fruitless

When the your backyard is treeless

I say I am sorry.

Because she could not finish reading the book

Because he was cycling just round the nook

Because the roads were dug up

Because you couldn’t get water, not even a cup

I will say sorry

As the wail dies out

As the blood splatters around

As the noise pierces through the thickest of walls

As the silence engulfs all

I say I am sorry.

I am not one of you

I am still going to hold the powerful tool

I am here to protect

I am here to acerbate the strife’s effect

I am sorry.

You didn’t ask for me and yet I am here

You didn’t deserve to live in fear

You didn’t want to hear those cries

You didn’t have to stand our lies

Our fight was not against you

Yet, we took away the joy of a  lazy Sunday morning

Yet, we took away our promises

Yet, your milk never boiled

Yet, your sister never slept

Yet, you never woke up.

I am sorry.