Seize the Time

My watches in the freezer tick menacingly on
And crows feet disapprove.
Laugh lines haven’t seen a beam in years,
Not since Edith died;
My love. And my grandchild
Is not mine. Worldliness leaves no place
For a dying old man suffering
Emotional obesity, unable to shed any more tears,
Incapable of acceptance as curtains fall
As the leafy golden fires of autumn do.

The fall is a thief and my watches won’t stop.
There’s more frost now than time that I’ve got.

I want not for roses I’ll never remember
Bring me my darling girl
Before the cold of December.
Forge no regrets in the creases on my face.
My house, like my bones, crumble,
Hence I’ve begun to slip away

She graces that campus with her mother’s long legs
And grey eyes that denounce the innocence I had beheld.
My hands had worked for a pension and wiped her tears;
Those girlish sighs and infantile dewdrop sorrows.
She forgets me now like her mother did.
My company nullified by charm and romances kindl’d.
“Grandpa can wait,” I’d heard her say.
And I fear she will wait for my dying day.

By Rohini James
Copyright March 2014
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Sing To Me

The love songs that raised me
Echo and are distant.
I love them
But with nostalgic detachment
That is to remain in lost moments
I am made womanly by their memories

This new song brings a pounding to my chest
Even though you never really could sing.
And I ate up the spectacle of your presence
Relishing every faultless treasure you spun in your throat

Time teaches patience that I am less than eager to learn.

My breaths are arrested in the fanfare
That heralds the daydreams I’ve followed to get here.
The night is no time for dreaming
As the moon announces departing.
In the solitude of darkness I find myself
Clutching at my heart that you still hold
Humming that tune, melodious gold.

By Rohini James
Copyright March 2014
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A Warning

How time has made me bitter
Or am i wrong to blame time for your crimes? Still I am,
A once decadent wine that has turned to a vinegar poison.
I am trying so desperately to heal
And your toxic love is something of a virus.
You snare as you are excised, yet
My recovery, the sweetness of being well
Frees me from the sympathy that once bound me to you.

You refused to share my sorrows.
Why must I undertake your crosses,
Your burdens of madening weight
Adorned prettily in lies and hues of vanity?

All that settles is dust.
Even after I am long gone
I know you will come
Waging some hellspawned war.
I am the holder of your prison’s key
And by the possession of bravery,
Or stubborness or conceit of battles won
I am a cruel and underhanded fighter,
One who has forgotten how to run.

By Rohini D. James
Copyright March 2014
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Holi

Under the tie dyed skies
I feel the cerulean love.
Left to dry,
Painted pink with pleasure.
If only we could sit still
Long enough to relieve the stinging in our eyes.

I have handfuls of rainbows,
Glittered galaxies in my palm.
The night most boldly shows
The contrasts of these vivid psalms
That leave my hands in clouds
To anoint entire crowds,
Blessing them brilliantly for holy victory.

We embarked on the festival of colors
And even now I still taste the dyes,
When we were bathed in puffs of powder,
Choked by the air but elated to parade through paradise.

In that moment the earth was a family
With common purpose, stained with the same euphoria.
In that lost footnote in time the planet was home
Bound by the hymns of joy we sang.

Moments like those
Kindle in me
A hope.

God forbid it is stripped away
With the washing off of the bright dust.
Our unity again lost with the flowing of rivers of mingled muck.
The next year will bring brighter hues to mark our skin
And hopefully, a peace that is constant and undying.

By Rohini James
Copyright March 2014
All Rights Reserved