Monday, January 2, 2012

Secrets Under Wooden Floors


Bleeds in a corner
My soul, my soul, my soul
And you sip warm tea
On an empty morning.

'Can't find Sahib anywhere, Memsahib'
'Can't find him anywhere....'

I am giving up
You can come out now
I will always lose at Hide and Seek
Always lose.

'Must we call the Police, Ram Singh?'
'Must we?'

I looked at you the first time
Last time I looked at you.
Were you born this pretty?
I have to ask your mother.

'Sahib was a good man'
'Make some tea, will you?'


I wanted to cradle you
Before I went away.
I wanted, I wanted and I wanted.
My memory with you.

The man with nobody
Lived with his family
Occasional friends
Spoke occasionally.

'He would never commit suicide, Memsahib.'
'He used to hunt after all.'

Struggle with me a bit
Lie next to me
Live my life for a moment or two
Hold my hand and make me weep.

'Bade Sahib is coming back from London'
'Make arrangements, and make some tea.'

Meet me tomorrow at seven
I have to kiss you
I have to tell you that I, poet extraordinaire, loves you
Loves you, loves you, loves you.


'My son, my son, what have ye done?'

Ladies and Gentlemen, a small hiatus for the dead
I bring you, 'Much Madness is divinest Sense' by Emily Dickinson

Much Madness is divinest Sense —
To a discerning Eye —
Much Sense — the starkest Madness —
’Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail —
Assent — and you are sane —
Demur — you’re straightway dangerous —
And handled with a Chain — 

'My son, my son, what have ye done?'
'Have some tea, Daddy ji, have it before it turns cold.'

I liked to twirl you hair
When you slept
We even had names
For two Daughters.


I want you to call a Doctor
My memory, my memory, my memory
Betrays me.
And often, just like you.

'The world is not the same without him, Memsahib'
'Your loyalty shall be rewarded, I'm sure he's watching over you.'

I suspect that I love you more
Than you love me.
I don't mind, I honestly don't.
I just like to love you.

Ain't love a bitch?
How often you used to say that,
Especially when we made love quietly.
Not to wake my parents.

'Ram Singh, Ram Singh, where have you disappeared?'
'Where is everybody?'
'Why are all the lights off?'

Whimper, whimper, whimper.

1 comment:

  1. I keep reading this one over and over again. Beautiful. :)