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Friday, December 09, 2005

~Subdued~

Subdued am I
like a sleepy river
receeding from the summer scorch

Subdued like a bride
doomed by fate,
freefalling into the mire

Subdued am I,
lost my steam have I;
no pressure to blow my whistle

Subdued deep within
these them layers of skin,
a fount devoid of desire

Custard Apples

Custard apples
With secrets buried
In sweet pillows
And a hundred eyes
That tell the truth:
Till it lasts

In an orchard
Of custard apples
We play hide n' seek
Blowing sweet nothings
That only the branches
Will hear

One step forward,
Three back;
Like ants on the hides
Of custard apples
We'll skip the pits
And savour the scent

When the time's ripe
Nectar will seep
Through the cracks
And turn our senses
Alive

Excitedly our little hands
Will aim for the big ones
And scramble
Down the barks
With grazed knees -
How it hurts!

But those custard apples
With buried secrets
Playing hide n' seek
Will stay only
Till the season lasts

Then will we start
A new game of love?