Notes in Repentance

Fourteen lines give me just enough time
To dumb the guttural ring in your ears
Of the slow edge of rage that sliced in the cold
In the hope that it would freeze out my fears.
For our tropical love and monsoon sojourn
Have no time for desert despair
Nor do temperate climes suffer the cold
And the wail of glacier care.
But I stare at the clock, and revise my prelude
Reams may never suffice
For words have a way of blowing hot air
That simply will not melt the ice.
As words, tides and thoughts recede
I promise to make amends in deed.

My Friend(s)

Is a slow evening fire, religious during a dawn crisis
Sharp as half a rock, solid and Strange as a whole one
Is a base for his own unrequited love, and requited lust
Sipping from a cup, and mulling over the chronological order of things
Is a headstrong royal, loving and unrepentant
Steely-eyed, iron-willed
Is the lighter vein, jocular
And the master of the subcultural insider
Is an open ear, and soothing tongue
Though golden, never quite mine enough
Is the one I almost lost,
And through tears and anger, found again
Is the two for one
Spiritual soundingboards and spectators to skepticism
Is the stealer of hearts, for good or bad
And the pulse of pragmatism
Is an anomalous addition, she’ll agree
The guiltless subject, of guilty poetry

A Hasty Apology

Since you, my dear
Are more than a friend
It’s only right
That I make amends.
I forgot to call
There’s no defense.
It’s a day that deserves
Remembrance.
But keep in mind
As the years advance
Like rolling marbles
So does the chance
Of senility,
Greater abdominal girth,
And me forgetting
Your date of birth.
But I beg you ma’am
Hate me not!
How can I be blamed
When Orkut forgot?