wall at cafe ziro

Move

You are beautiful,

for you move to weave shapes,

If you were still, you are just

a face, a fine body, a useless thing.

Wedding

We were five,

and she, seven.

Little skirts, teary eyed bus rides,

and the confusions

that kept us together

without choosing them.

You are now twenty five,

I'm five,

and she, twenty seven.

A beautiful thing,

look at you,

on your sister's wedding,

with the fort

you have built

which I stand inside,

unclothed,

and unruly,

realizing I should have built mine

long back.

There are no clothes

to be worn now,

and I'm surrounded in forts.

Reveal

Stability is

belief,

order

method

knowledge

faith

boundary

and design-

went out together

now a house with four cats,

will you,

make me think

choose

make me wrap

my feelings into a cruel form?

Coincidences,

A moment of need

would not sustain itself

longer than tomorrow.

Should I not heed you, then,

and

in which form do I

reveal myself to you?