First Spring of Our Love

People say there is magic in spring

I do not believe in magic

But that first spring of our love 

As our searching fingers

Sketched paintings invisible

On our skin

And our eyes met in silence

Unknown to any one of us

You and I

Became we

Ever since

Magic indeed

Oh genie, where art thou

In a month’s time it’s time for the wedding
No, not mine, my old country I am visiting
But the happy occasion is turning to a bad dream
My better half wants to see me fit and thin
To the store she goes and shirts she brings
That are not for me but for people trim and slim
I can fit into those only in my dream
Every ounce of my body fat is shamed and screams
Oh, how I have dreamt of good food and sweets
Now it will only turn to month long fight to be fit
Madly I hope my bottle of water will turn to a magic drink
One gulp of the magic potion and voila, I shrink
With sinking hurt and a feeling of doom, the slim fit shirts I button
Over the protest of my tortured body and protruding belly button
Dread the day when one extra sweet and my shirt flies open
Oh genie, where art thou when I need the thinning boon
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Pants, that’s for another time
Time to get up from my rear end
And get my drink of water and lime
Lest I am stuck to the chair, unable to bend

World Beyond Dreams

Imagine a world beyond dreams
Where light has no meaning
Sound is silent, pain not felt
All the wrinkles of time
All the harsh words
Erased