MEMORIES

I

cry

in the

rain

as memories of you

rise

in the rainbow

painting

smiles in the sun...

 

 

 

DIRGE AT DAWN 

...at the wake of dawn,
I hear cockcrows
and in the cradle where there are cries of life,
bitter memories are blossoming with the songs by the grave...

as these tears are
trickling
down my eyes,
writing the epitaph of the end
and as my heart throbs away like a dirge,
I know that where lies the cradle
lies the grave...

 

 

AN UNTITLED POEM 

...I see the dawn,

but without cockcrows to sing

its awakening

 

....I see the sunrise,

but without butterflies to glide in its

rays of light

 

...I see the twilight,

but without flights of birds

in the bloody sky

 

...night-

a moonless sky hunted by a million shadows

 

...I hear drums without dances and I hear voices without a song

I see the emptiness of the rumbling thunders of a democratic dawn without our song,

our dances

without you and me....

 

the emptiness of a democracy without the drums of dividends

as this pen writes its end

without ink...

 

 

 

OUR IMAGE 

Like

shadows,

we run away from

the moon

who gives us our image

in the

dark of night,

and

so sadly,

see how we stretch and stretch

to follow

the footsteps of those

who believe in

who they are...