New poems from Silhouettes
Wonder what your hands feel like,
If I were to just hold them and run my fingers on them.
Wonder how your hair would fall,
If I were undress them in the bold sunlight.
Wonder if the brown of your skin,
holds the smell of wet earth.
Wonder if I were capture your words,
And bottle them in a little transparent jar,
would they shine like the fireflies of Konni?
Wonder if the rivulets of water that slide off your back,
acquire the salted air of the seas. Wonder if your confused breath,
breathes life into a million questions in your mind.
Wonder if somewhere along now and eternity,
would get you up and walk off into the midday haze
Wonder if the edges of your lips would curl into a smile,
or do they jump into a laughter.
Wonder if you realize all of this and think yourself to be divine.
Wonder if I realise I am immortal in your presence.
Wonder if you would be human when real.
Wonder if I would be myself.
Wonder if you are still alive in that air.
Wonder if I am breathing.
Wonder if death is like this.
Wonder if being reborn could be explained.
Wonder if Gautama was in love.
Wonder if Krishna was loved.
All questions need not have an answer!
Coffee Shop Blues
Orange predominantly in my mind,
Even the cheery Barista has an orange tee.
There are no deep meanings within this verse.
It is written for having had an urge to write,
And then not having anything to write about.
You know that these things do happen,
When they do happen, there is a fear.
Paranoia of losing my words, my voice.
Of being like that young man at the signal
Clanging the bowl, mumbling words,
That never formed syllables.
I have been seated here for an hour, in this coffee shop by the sea.
Orange swirls around like the sunset.
Some three hours away.
Am I having coffee shop blues or is it just one of those days?
(c) Sunil R Nair, 2004.
Please do comment. Please do tell me what you feel.
Sunil R Nair