Mangoes from trees,
The pleasure of a sought after goal,
Sold in grocery stores rotten
With conditioned air,
Handcrafted plates dipped in turquoise blue
Ma's little fetishes, dad's blissful ignorance
Weighed down by the weight of dust
The price of a polluted city
Distant grass reminding me of
Big trees swaying behind my room's window,
Neatly cut and a mere decoration
Stands oblivious to wilderness
They say savour the moments, the good
The bad.
They fleet and dance, temporary tick toks,
Savour them, hold them and tuck them in
Your heart
Stop, don't rush them, hug them and sleep
But how do i savour moments, that scream into my ears
Songs of pain, memories of march,
Tears of home?
I fight those who tell stories,
Of living in the moment
For in the moment live those
Who have pretty moments to live in
I complain, I grudge
I crib, I crawl
Yet I touch the gut wrenching pain,
With aloe vera gel and ice.
With words and sentences.
With hope and love,
In poetry I savour the unsavory.
