Remnants

Echoes of our distant dreams

returning to us like shores of the sea

Like crystals they sparkle,

roused by the touch of sunlight.

We are lost, people who are gone,

nowhere to be found between the edges of time,

Between those distances and those memories

washed ashore, we are only particles,

specks and traces left behind by the sea.

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Tell Me All Your Secrets

Glowing moon shines luminously at my window.

Your face lit up in the dark, like the Moon in

her glorious splendor against the deep blue sky.

Tell me all your secrets, tell me what you hide behind

those soft, gloomy eyes. Those wondrous, lustrous, amber eyes

ever-glinting, ever-staring into my eyes and into my heart.

Tell me your secrets, I’ll hold your hand if that makes you

feel better. You can lean on my shoulders if you’re afraid of the dark,

if you’re afraid of all the secrets hidden within those untold

shadows never tread before my man.

Take my hand and lie close to me, I want to feel your heart

beating against my chest, against every sinew of my bones

and inside my transient, hazy mind.

You and I – we will open our minds and reveal each

other. We will bare our souls, not just our bodies

for two souls become one in love.

Tell me all those secrets stored inside you, inside those smooth silky clothes

sweetly hugging your curves. Tell them to me because

nothing ever stays hidden between lovers and friends.

I’ll sit through the night, lie through the night.

Share with me your love and your passion, your envy and cravings

your hatred and sorrows.

Tell me all your secrets until every sentence has been said and every

word has been spoken away into the night.

Dreams Of Our Lost Times

Dreams like pieces of a puzzle left lying on the table

Scattered all over the place, like fragments of an unfinished story.

I dreamed about you last night,

You didn’t hear me, You didn’t see me.

I called out to you but my voice was silent

Your eyes were as vacant as the hole in my heart

Ashes of memories blown away by the wind,

I call out you to in the night, will you hear me, will I hear you?

But the silence echoed and sent me nothing but the darkness.

– I.K.

Come Back

Sometimes, I feel …

That you might just be a voice from another end of a long tunnel

Lost somewhere inside a vague dream, playing senseless inside my head

While your hand must have tried to reach for me,

I am sorry that I ignored and let you slip away

Inside the dark currents of my nightmares

I hear your endless cries being washed away

And your voice faltering into the dim silence of my dreams.

 

 

– I.K.

Photographs

Leftovers of last night’s party scattered on the floor

Grandma’s old dress hanging by a hook inside the closet

Photographs of old friends stowed inside a chest, rotting

Away like the memories fading off from my mind.

People with funny hats, children with flashy grins

Twinkling bright eyes, forever smiling into the camera,

Their movements always still. A birthday party at a friend’s house,

Spring carnivals filled with colors and game shows and dances and

Trips to museums; everyday activities inside a bright small classroom.

A teacher standing by the board, silent students listening,

Their eyes all following the movement of his hands.

At the cafeteria, at the hallway, at the library, at the playground –

Dozens and dozens neatly placed inside an album.

Dozens and dozens – only scenes remembered vaguely.

Faces I used to know, laughed with and cried with; faces I used to

Dream of and liked for years; faces that still remain clinging

From the edge of my memory, slowly letting go as the years

Pass by. Childhood friends, high school crushes, best friends and

Friendly neighbors – Life separates them into different directions,

Without them knowing why. Life leads us on – each one to his own

Destiny, leaving memories to falter and trails on the dusty path.

– I.K.

Summer Night

Summer. She tasted salt on her lips as the waves sent the cool breeze rolling against her hair and her cheeks. Her strawberry-colored beach dress with dotted patterns flapped against the wind, revealing her burly calves. Across the distance, the sun was settling in, a giant red orb pulling the waning clouds and the blue sky into its orbit. The sea gulls with their squawks echoing in the air, raced towards the sun, leaving her and the lonely beach behind. Reminders of their existence, their feathers scattered all over the shore and the little food remains they left near the pebbles and rocks, faded among the shadows with the retreating sunlight. The lifeguard had heaved his equipment bag over his shoulder as he headed to the parking lot. He started the engine and was already out and into the streets, passing cars on his way to god-knows-where. No one had seen her. Even the man with the sharpest eyes who could spot the tip of the sails of a ship from nearly a kilometer away had failed to spot her. She had tried her best to stay out of sight.

Above, the blue sky had melted into a ravish violet, which she felt looked like the color of her own heart. Full of mystery, esoteric, complicated and confused. Thin ribbons of clouds trailed along the sky. Then as she watches, an amber glow emanated from the sun. It enveloped everything in its way, into a blanket of orange and gold until it stopped at a point where the remaining indigo of the sky seemed to linger around, casting a soft ombre. She moved her gaze to find herself staring into the ocean. It was dark, daunting and ominous. She had never seen the ocean to be this formidable before although at this moment, it was reflecting off the remaining glow of the sun. Soon, the twilight will completely fade away; the sun will be making its way towards the other side of the earth and if she is lucky, the moon might shine tonight which might save her from the monstrous ocean that was waiting to devour her at any moment.

One, two, three. She walked towards a black opening at the far end of the beach. From a distance, it looked like a cave but smaller in size. Away from the darkness, from the low rumbles of the ocean and the beam of the pale moonlight held against the black sky, she delved in closer and closer to her hearth, to her sanctuary of solitude and peace. The summer wind blew into the opening of the cave. But it had already vanished.

Lament

(Dedicated to victims of the Nepal Earthquake on April 25, 2015)

I heard their cries among the noises of buildings falling from their bases, roofs and shafts tumbling onto its dwellers, women and children shrieking for help as the walls gave away and buried their cries under its weight.

I heard their cries even as the rain dragged on, even as men shouted amidst the chaos, pulling out the dead from beneath the rubble and, carrying the injured and the ones who are minutes on their way to death.

I heard their cries as the cities and villages trembled to the force of the earth, as the ancient mountains swayed, being disturbed from their aeonian slumber and awakened to the call of Mother Nature.

I heard their cries as children huddled in the corner of streets, women wept to the loss of their kin, men hung their heads in sorrow to the death of their families and a boy watches his mother die in his arms.

I heard their cries even as relief efforts are sent, even as the doctors treated the injured, with beads of sweat trickling on their foreheads, their eyes heavy with tiredness and grief, knowing their job would never be over.

I heard their cries as soldiers risked their lives and civilians braved their way towards the ruins, courageous hearts saving and fighting, realizing that it’s a test of their fear – that the warriors always stand last.

I heard their cries but I couldn’t do anything. I could do nothing but watch in silence and think of how life could be so fragile and unpredictable. Within seconds, all you have could be swept away from you and that you could die not knowing where you would go afterwards.

I could do nothing but think of how this world we are living is no heaven or paradise. We are all vulnerable and this could happen to you or to me.

I could do nothing but wish that these people found comfort in their times of trouble, that the world is with them and that there is a chance to rise up again.

I could do nothing because all my savings and all my wealth would not be enough to recompense the depth of their loss. Because no money can fix a broken heart.

I only wish that somehow you could learn to gaze at the stars, see how they shine despite the darkness around them and know that those stars are shining only for you, bringing you peace in the darkest of your nights.