Poem Series
Solitude and Yearning
Untitled #1
When the hum of the heat surrounds my vision
The way the smoke fills my mind erasing the thought of you, I remember clearly how much I don’t know about your image anymore.
Your voice already elusive when I recall songs played by you, and eyes that I colour with dread never the right tone of you,
That is when I remember how you haunt me in the light of the sun and appear through the shades of the tree
As I have almost forgotten your figure yet here your ghost clings to me
Untitled #2
I too, wish for the touch of skin at the crack of dawn
When the car lights carry a body’s shadow over my window and when fingertips caress my body in the shower,
it isn’t as if I need it.
For when I crave my own self in a space I control, a fetal position of my own embrace
And maybe that is the problem of isolation. Where one cannot have both the comfort of another and solitude
Untitled #3
You have taken the air out of my lungs and released the pressure through my veins.
For that, I have no choice but to punish you as my self was not yours to keep
From the sunrise to the next, you harbour within the walls of my existence
But I want to be the one to live in between your eyelids so that you only see me when you’re asleep
Your dreams that are not of reality, but of me
as you pay the price for the crime you have committed of taking away my peace.
a stalker, a creep, thirsty for your affection, dishevelling my independence
You are an insufferable pounding in my head but I want you to remain
Now that you have become a comfortable existence
When the hum of the heat surrounds my vision
The way the smoke fills my mind erasing the thought of you, I remember clearly how much I don’t know about your image anymore.
Your voice already elusive when I recall songs played by you, and eyes that I colour with dread never the right tone of you,
That is when I remember how you haunt me in the light of the sun and appear through the shades of the tree
As I have almost forgotten your figure yet here your ghost clings to me
Untitled #2
I too, wish for the touch of skin at the crack of dawn
When the car lights carry a body’s shadow over my window and when fingertips caress my body in the shower,
it isn’t as if I need it.
For when I crave my own self in a space I control, a fetal position of my own embrace
And maybe that is the problem of isolation. Where one cannot have both the comfort of another and solitude
Untitled #3
You have taken the air out of my lungs and released the pressure through my veins.
For that, I have no choice but to punish you as my self was not yours to keep
From the sunrise to the next, you harbour within the walls of my existence
But I want to be the one to live in between your eyelids so that you only see me when you’re asleep
Your dreams that are not of reality, but of me
as you pay the price for the crime you have committed of taking away my peace.
a stalker, a creep, thirsty for your affection, dishevelling my independence
You are an insufferable pounding in my head but I want you to remain
Now that you have become a comfortable existence