Rain...

I stand by the broken window
and watch the rain fall
I see faces
Some distinct and some vague
Some have great stories to tell
Some to hide

As I stood
I saw an old lady with a wistful look
And I wondered about
The life she must have seen
The children she must have borne
The memories of youth that she sighed upon

Life on a sidewalk

Show me that mirror on the wall
Which says thou is the fairest of all
I know I am not perfect
Never pretended to be
Yet, you ask me to stand in front of the mirror

I ask myself, “why not run away and be free?”
For I am happy being lonely
For I am fine with nobody’s company
Like that old record song in my shelf

Beckoning

See that hut out there in the wilderness
Hidden behind the old mango tree
A serene air cloaks this hut
Intoxicated by the white jasmine shrub
I sit and watch charmed into eternity

Wistful smokes are coming out of that hut
Mingled with young gleeful chatters
I also see a hunched up shadow
Picking some dried twigs
Beneath the old mango tree
I sit and watch charmed into eternity

I burn

Do you feel like holding my hand
And take me into your arms
I feel it all the time
I burn in desire
Yes, desire for you

Don’t say a word
I fear what you will say
Baby, I love you
I need you bad
Will be there for you