Tuesday, November 22, 2016

The Red Popsicle

The Red Popsicle

A look at the Rainbow counter,
that was selling red popsicles,
turned my eyes bright.

A glimpse of the red candy,
that was made of ice,
froze my summer Sun.

A touch of the red popsicle,
that was cold and moist,
turned my sweats into rains.

A lick, on the red lump,
that was a popsicle,
colored my tongue with blood.

Monday, November 14, 2016

I Buried My Love

Across that green meadow,
After that road surrounded by Gulmohar trees,
Behind that gray wall,
I buried my love.

Walking through that graveled path,
Inside the Gothic Church,
In front of everyone,
I buried my love.

Dressed in a white gown,
Offering prayers to the good Lord,
With a ring in my hand,
I buried my love.