TTT- Walking Away

First Times

My first poem was
supposed to be a love
poem, the way all poems are
straightaway or indirectly;
something about poems
makes love a fundamentality.

It was
supposed to flow like
a river, the way water
cuts and polishes
stones it traverses;
something about poems
needs a sculpting, a finality.

And it was
supposed to hold up candles
to light up the world, the way
stars guide sailors out of tragedy;
something about poems
is poultice to calamity.

Instead,
my first poem was of heartbreak,
how hearts are supposed to
beat only till one day
when they can't.
And despite how much you want
to say yes to life,
broken keys never chime.

My first poem was about flowing-
the way a corpse
floats till it rots-
its meter all askew
and its lyrics frayed thoughts;
its raw nakedness was a fright.

My first poem was about the dark-
it consumed all light.
My first poem was not
supposed to be 'me.'
But alas, it was
and thus, didn't come out right.

Loneliness

Simple Scribbles # 14

Definitions

You say you try (to explain).
as if explanations
imply understanding.

You say you bother (to ask)
as if questions
really care for answers.

You say you are (depressed)
as if all light got trapped inside
the black hole that is your mind.

You say you make (believe)
as if imagination could be
a permanent refuge.

You say you know (happiness)
as if, they have, after all
found a cure for common cold.

Schrödiger's Thought

I was wondering if you'd know where to find me 

if you'd know how if you'd know why 

if you'd know how much of me was still left to look for.

I was wondering if you'd trek mountains or descend valleys 

or comb forests or sweep beaches or surf waves or 

if you'd abandon me midway 

if the idea of me would  vaporize.

I was wondering if you'd call me names and play blame games 

if you'd realize the futility if you knew lost meant gone 

if you'd label someone lost a lost cause.

I was wondering if once you discovered that someone wasn't 

who you thought they were, 

the search was over or if it had just begun.

I was wondering if you could figure out that the only place 

we could lose ourselves was our selves; 

I was wondering if that was precisely 

where we could hope to be found.