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My loneliness and I

take the road less traveled by

I hide and she seeks

once screaming to the skies

The monsoon rain

so sweet

Laughing at a reflection so subtle

so discrete

The kids jumped in puddles

and God would speak

In the streets filled with love

yet sometimes defeat

Vendors holla Mash’Allah

when they see

Women decored in modesty

she pulled my veil

I wonder what she needs

following the steps I leave behind

Through the trail with wooden beads

we became one in the long afternoons

Somewhere in the east

ceased my soul

Now its hard to find me

wasted in sighs

My loneliness and I

take the road less traveled by

I hide and she often seeks

 

 

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Withering Heights

A pigeon I once knew sang a song of great heights

Echoing of love where ever she soared

Dirty

Alleys

Crowded

Streets

Noisy

Rooftops

Enlightening the nearby vendors

Searching

For a new sound

Flew with her beautiful

Silver

Feathered wings

In every corner of the city

I shall be released is what she sang

Whistling to the other pigeons was what she did

But never did they listen

Devastated

Wandered off to a pine tree

Cold

Is what she felt

This scent of pine is where warmth was

Lord knows

Why she stayed?

This pine gave her hope

Hope

To keep singing to find her way

Built a nest for her only

Before winter was to be welcomed

Twigs and branches is what she found

With those she decorated her home

Protected

By the snow flaked pine

She sang songs from a top

Tooting and Tooting

Here

She met a

He

Unfamiliar

Was

He

Brown

In tone

Cared for only love

Love

She professed aloud

Morning after morning

Her

Silver

Feathers gleamed

To sing a song for

He

One brutal morning approached

With the knocking of the tree

TIMBER

Said

He

And down fell the pine

Crushed

Was her home

Wounded

Were her wings

Red

Trickling in

White

Had covered her

Silver

Feathers

HOW COULD

HE

BE?

HOW COULD

HE

BE?

Agony

Appeared

Cries

She hadn’t heard

Trembling

Her whistle was

Suspended

With

Hurt

Shrilled

For her lover of calling

Sung a song of

Longing

With her heights at her

Feet

A pigeon I once knew sang a song of great heights

Echoing of love where ever she soared

Her beloved she thought

Was

I

But

Love was pine

Had I known what I had done

To keep her from her

Heights