Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Autumn in my Heart

I'm quite upset
By matters of the heart
I can't quite grasp the nuances
That keeps our worlds apart

What are these intricacies
That follow mind and soul?
And leave the heart in such despair
That questions every goal?

My journey ever seems to take
So many twists and turns
And I am left to lie awake
while quietly it burns

The fire in my heart it seems
Is one such glowing ember
But this is just October yet
What of November and December?

My 37th year I gather
Is full of matter, full of dreams
And my heavy heart is left to wallow
In penetrating silent screams.

I don't know what to do or say
Wait patiently I reckon
For answers to reveal themselves
And surreptitiously beckon.

There is one thing that I do subscribe
to the wandering life I lead
That it takes me everywhere
And fulfills my every need.

Autumn in my heart,
Harper falling leaf


Comic done in 1998.

In the world of Harper and Madeleine

Sent to me on Jan 25th, 2002. 3:52 am.

Dearest deepest darkest sea
Those nothings which you wrote to me
brought back the smell of salty sun
which the waves had gently spun.

goan greed so bright and pure
goan greed that wants some more
some more of that paradise
and the holiday disguise

the lack of my bikini
in this freezing room
is nature's way of telling me
that I'm back too soon

delhi winter is another fact
the wind has very little tact
but its allowing me to endorse
a new wardrobe for a new cause.

the office looks like a garage
its empty, messy, dead and large
times are changing nervously
and fates are forming purposely.

I wonder what I'm going to do.
I haven't any sort of clue
my future seems too far from now
2 years have passed I don't know how.

the magic beds in my own home
trap me when I am alone
the sun spills onto soft beddings
and the green barbet needs to sing
eucalyptus leaves talk in their sleep
and the wind it sometimes weeps
The guitar has lost its wooden soul
in my heart its left a hole
its strings cut me like a knife
for I am its prodigal wife.
it awaits my uncertain return
meanwhile its useless fire burns.

and harper's gone drunk and tanned
the crowded ship is so unmanned
we'll have to find the secret map
and spread it out upon our laps
find different routes to different lands
but rendezvous on goan sands

your heart, now it must be lighter
and your vision even brighter
i'm glad we caught the setting sun
amidst those days of frantic fun.
I saw the fog lift from your eyes
what doesn't kill you makes you wise
and I can see that you've returned
with battles won and lessons learned.

goodbyes we missed my never mind
another chance we'll have to find.

love and watermelons