Much Adu (about something)

They needed a short story

to become the latest fad

So I thought my mind and came up

with that sort of instantaneous tag.

Of course, having rushed in,

it was looking a little crowded

So I removed the “I” from the ad

then , noticed  it seemed prone

to more ambivalence 

than they could afford

and I had to replace the full stop

with a less ambiguous semi-colon.

The poem needed an alluring title,

(that's when I could see red  before my eyes)

But decided  to grab the first badge-
no need to borrow, it came in handy
and quite able to blush on command.

I needed one more epithet
for them not to come around

But, since everything I looked up

was beginning to sound redundant

I had to change it all
and return to my silent oyster.

Ode to Your Eyes

Your eyes

may have seen the world

and they still don’t know

how to deceit,

each morning

they open up to beautify love

and mirror your soul.

Your eyes gaze at the truth

the same way

they gaze back at the stars.

Inside

I see the soul of a man

whose flaming fervor,

whose unfading flair 

for passion flowers and sun beams

and, most probably, unicorns

can transcend a fortune of sacred words

and secretly store away

for humanity

a legacy of battle rewards.

Your eyes run more deeply

than your temples and forehead

Yet they never betray them,

They witness, whisper and heal

like two dark pearls

lighting up the night’s bleakness

lifting its gloomy spirits

making one think

of how many phobias

they have turned  into fantasies,

and how many dreams are dreamed

under those silent eyelids.

Your eyes speak to me

of the colorful landscapes I've missed

the scented sights they surrounded

with sparkles,

horizons they measured
and hands they have kissed

or mundane sunsets gone cancelled

for fear they might burst into tears.

Agape

What are we -

if not strangers?

How can you label

This chance fondness

Filling the king-size voids

within? Is this plenitude

philia or eros?

Are we the innocent victims

of a Cupid’s love game or

have we been corrupted

and chained down

into regrettable depravity

by a fallen Lucifer?

I say God knows the answers.

He made us both

In His own image a while ago

allowing our spirit

to be temporarily divided

at birth. But years later, 

He agreed to restore

the original rights

of an unsinful, incommensurable love

inhabiting our two hearts

and let it be, for another eternity,

a complete one.

The Last Flight

Tell me, if I were a little girl 

selling  matches,

would you buy a few boxes 

from me,

keep me warm with a cup of tea

on your New Year’s Eve?

Or better,

if I were a bird in late autumn,

with two broken wings,

would you take me inside your home,

Care for me and lie to yourself

about how I’ll be able to fly again
someday?

I cannot fly,
yet were I to choose for me,

I’d be the little swallow

of selfless deeds

lying frozen,

in the winter’s coldness,

at the feet of her happy prince.