(2009)–
beautifully, gently, gracefully the sun
shines on the dew drenched droplets of petals
of air brushed, pastel delicacies of nature’s painting
an answer that must never be wrong
this is what life is, a never-lasting moment of beauty
grey, tarred pot-holed pavements of urine and spit
dried gum in the gutters of the bustling, greasy streets
he reminds me of a grandfather, once proud and arrogant,
him who now sits in that corner, which i pass by every day
“please spare some change, dear stranger”
thoughts that are interlinked, weaved, tormenting and
yet a beautiful depiction of life as it is, as we know it,
as we all fear to accept it. The same rainbow paints the skies,
the difference is the ignorance of its beauty, in the rich, busy, city.
Tall skyscrapers pierce the poster of nature. Slums cry out.
of the things we can’t do, and haven’t finished, and will not do
others aspire towards, wish they could do, long to be given a chance.
one in a thousand rainbows are appreciated, its many shades and nuances
of colour, from when happiness was (to be) simple. nobody knows it,
happiness, who remembers it any more than a really good dream?
but it’s right there. the potential is as wide as the rainbow
the infinite depth to hold the achievements of love, kindness
and acts of consideration, attentiveness, peace.
it doesn’t exist, the sun either comes out full, or the rain washes
the rainbow has long been captured, stuck, as if black and white.
(2008)–
