Spirits

They are here with us

like church bell on the hills

ringing angelus

for the village folks

waiting for the miners

hurrying home

down the graveled streets

along bunkhouses

with clothes drying

in balconies

among the empty barrels

children play

hide and seek

while a lady with a fruit basket

hollers "banana, pineapple, guava"

to the lines of doors. Housewives

stick their neck the way turtles

do to glimpse on the world

we ply hopscotch

sometimes with the girl with

a cleft palate and raspy voice

Drowning through the sunset

we like It to stay

but the pull is stronger

on the other side.

            Tears

When you shared your lines I

thought, I got a ticket to ride

but now I think I'm wrong. and

when the message board is empty

I realized all the more

I'm wrong

I'm under clear blue skies

but it's sinister

blocked by your emptiness

Your words intertwined

in mine, I am trying my very

best to forget, but, it

takes tears, oily tears perhaps

like gasoline to tar stain.

       Impatient

Can't wait for the time when I

sit beside you, feeling the

energy emerging from your

body like smoke from boiled rice

Can't wait for the time I cast a smile

at you and you look at me

with no meaning, yet I can

figure out what's in your mind

Can't wait to talk to you about

my poem I wrote when my spirit

is at sea level and the sun quit

shining but I molded a seed

Then I would feel my heart thomping

bringing my blood pressure at a sea

level, my brain unable to think

well and the only thought is you