Poetry is us
I see a million poem knitted in my mother's eye,
Each one stretched across her cornea
And dangling around her eyeballs like fairy lights,
Which were forgotten on a Christmas tree.
I see poems everywhere,
In fact, each human is a poem,
Silently dying.
Wearing a mask, which emanates
a staggering smile, even when
There's a lot of melancholy dripping from its end.
For example,
I saw a couple waving at each other
In railway station,
I could see the lady's wrinkled eyes,
Delivering a ghazal to the man,
Who was leaving her to join the war,
As the air carrying her words brushed his face,
The Ghazal had reached his eye,
Making it's way out of it as tears of love.
The words that stick to our lips from inside,
Sometimes weave poems
And cleanse our fearful mouth,
when we fail to express.
The man who loved another,
Had his words tied between the gaps of his teeth,
As the world saw his love to be unnatural,
The words scrawled And formed a delightful sonnet
which found its home in the heart
Of the one who was love deprived.Now, I see the couple singing that Sonnet everyday
and forgetting the world, Which called them unnatural.
The last lonely Polar bear,
Crafted a haiku of warning,
To penguins dancing across the iceberg
To be careful of plastics
Floating across the ocean.
See,
These poems are not discriminating
Like humans.
Because they are strong muscular words,
Pushing the boundaries and invoking oneness
And may be that's why,
My mother's eyes are still weaving poems,
And sending them in the air,
To the man who left her one day to join the war.
POETRY
BY ROBIN JACOB
C-R-O-S-S-W-O-R-D-S
Crescent shaped, melting-dough-flaky-chocolaty(10)
I pinch her nose
Whisper slowly into her ears
C-R-O-S-S-I-A-N-T
with her wrist chain rustling against her smooth skin
she fills up the boxes, holding my hand which was
caressing her pregnant womb
I bumped into her on a wintry evening, during an open-mic
the artist in the background was slamming a love poem,
"Ushering your love,I've made a sweet mistake"
I see her in the last row
with a piece of paper and a pen and a confused face
i peep
Some like it hot and few others cold, but most of them black (6)
C-O-F-F-E-E
I mumbled
and she revealed me another crossword
You have agreed or use the second letter when annoyed(4)
O-K-A-Y
Fast forward it to many more dates and hundred more crosswords and a happy marriage
She is wearing a red dress with blue polka dots or was it something else?
Painful rope stitched of breath that smells of liquor(8)
H-A-N-G-O-V-E-R
Never mind, I remember her leaning towards me
and slowly stroking my hair
Romeo-Juliet/Hazel-Augustus(7)
R-O-M-A-N-C-E
Offshoot of passion and love, with a neck mark (6)
H-I-C-K-E-Y
Biting each other's lips
We slide under our bedsheets and a week later
Weird cravings with a good night's love blooming inside (8)
P-R-E-G-N-A-N-T
Months later on her due date
I kiss her forehead and
Slowly tell her everything's going to be alright
I clutched her hand before she was taken into the OT
Minutes later I hear a doctor screaming
Oh! It's an obstetric emergency (8)
B-L-E-E-D-I-N-G
Go through it to reach your original abode(11)
E-T-E-R-N-A-L-R-E-S-T
I'm frightened and annoyed of this unfair treatment (11)
I-N-D-I-G-N-A-T-I-O-N
The nurse comes out with a baby girl in her hand
A word frequently used without actually meaning it(5)
S-O-R-R-Y we lost her
I reach home with my daughter and look through my hoardings of her crosswords
I know you are not the type who gives up (11)
I almost heard her saying,
P-E-R-S-E-V-E-R-A-N-T
Forward it to 6 more years
My daughter sits on my lap and smiles while solving crosswords
Hobby she picked up from her mother
She asks me,
Crescent shaped, melting-dough-flaky-chocolaty(10)
Almost teary eyed I reply
C-R-O-S-S-I-A-N-T