Just when my thought knocked at your door
You entered into my house.
Love is not a coincidence but more of a happy accident
That happens to those who move around with their loneliness
And are not too proud to show it on their faces.
Like a child with a ghastly wound revels in revealing it
Although painful and stupidly earned. Honor is honor
Among fools as well as kings
Iím not even using metaphors when I mention your entering
My house without knocking just when you were on my mind
Words are not enough to explain your presence on the sofa
Or why I love you so much, beyond even the fear
Of being myself and revealing my bad habits in the wrong season
I want you to know too the side I hide
The one you donít see when you walk in unannounced.
The presence of greatness
Is merely the measure of the beholderís weakness
A patch of grass must appear such a dense forest
Of terrible trees to the simple wandering ant.
We too are giants, seen through the eyes of smaller things
Who is to say God is old
Just because he has been here since the first days
While we, live for only a few years
And thatís how we count timeó in births.
Funerals and weddings
Thatís our anniversaries.
They shyly look at each other from across the table
Like wine in glasses that canít find its bottles,
Embarrassed to be found nude and so eager.
People do that too, hiding behind dark shades
Afraid to bear their souls where they wear their hearts
But still keen though, to look out and see.
Like a bachelor that lives next door to newly weds.
It is the way, the bad habit of voyeurs;
But also the best manner of lovers
These two, the subjects of this poem
Are like wind-tossed elms
That while the storm rages touch and whisper
In each otherís ear with assurance
But when the wind dies know will have to part
And not even
thoughts can bridge their distance
But to love each otherís face from across the fence
Doomed to be strangers, even when neighbors
When you first meet grief
It is with shock you realize
Life is fickle and trickles
And not even Love itself
Is enough to keep you safe.
Your heart then turns to stone
And you vow and know
Youíll certainly never laugh again
But the months go
by and you do.
When someone you love dies
First you doubt and debate the purpose of life
And all you wanna do is die
But then time goes by and your realize
Whatever itís hollow meaning
Life is worth a try, and you live again.
Time goes by and you forget what you felt
And just when you are least prepared for it,
Just when death is your least care of thoughts
Someone else close dies again
And it is the same old pain allover again
But you are older
And know you too wonít live much longer.
Now where once was grief, is relief:
On the other side wait all you loved
As say all religions.
You are the only one left and death
Has long lost the threat of its menacing tooth
And appears, but as the door unto the gates
where await happy reunions.