Mornings and Mournings

The soul of loneliness envelops our mornings

That we fill it with our own solitude,

The loneliness of soul envelops our mournings.

 

We seek the pulse of thunders and lightnings

In the vast universe filled with gratitude,

The soul of loneliness envelops our mornings.

 

The wind commiserates with the fledglings

Along with the elders in their fortitude,

The loneliness of soul envelops our mournings.

 

When the being abandoned its belongings,

Our world is divided into a multitude;

The soul of loneliness envelops our mornings.

 

Witnessing the flapping of full-pledged wings

Of our dreams that are bare and nude,

The loneliness of soul envelops our mournings.

 

Sorrow travels in our veins and brings

The art of pain as pain in art already queued;

The soul of loneliness envelops our mornings,

The loneliness of soul envelops our mournings.

 

 

First published in Penny Ante Feud 14

My story of happiness

My happiness is busy making others happy.

-Charles Simic

 

Happiness, you are a traitor,

our forbidden love you ignore

and our childhood picture

you have torn down into pieces

after you elope with other happiness.

 

I tried to glue down the pieces

especially when you blindfolded me.

I was surprised that your arms

were not embracing at all.

Hopeless am I for your return

for that sweet blindness sweeping

me off.

 

I stopped disturbing the bar

for my future happiness returning

back. The bartender is dubious.

My beer glass replaces happiness.

Only this moment, this moment.

 

When I closed the door,

shut my languid eyes in despair

only to invite your presence,

pressing your gentle hands once

more against my eyes, I surprised

myself to see happiness.