Secrets

As I walk in wide-eyed wonder, I explore the soot-filled nooks
Unravelling the secrets of life through untold stories
And every fragment of what was brought together
Makes me wonder what brought me to life
The blossoming sexuality, the natural boisterousness
And unfulfilled desires of every human being I meet
On their quest for happiness

Amidst moments of hurt, hate, and heal
While preserving their traditions
Under the onslaught of modernism
Triggers my opinions on personalities and characters
And like shockwaves of panic in a dystopian drama,
I discover the meaning of human nature
Its novelistic details, the filtered perspectives
The strictures of patriarchy and the struggles of matriarchy
It's like a comedy laced with cruelty between rain-soaked epiphanies
The comforting words, ingenuity, the barbed jokes
And the truest opinions from the boldest of souls
Souls that fight to stay alive, that march to stand their ground
Souls that gives witty commentaries
On love and loyalty, money and social classes
On races and religions, dilemmas and conundrums
And on my occasional slip into the realm of melodrama
I realise that life, with its mishaps, is just a practical magic
A drunk night of fries and margaritas
A middle finger protest and feminist treatise
An epic journey alongside a broody convict
And at times, an opportunity to sink
Into the psyche of a single-minded survivor
A singular vision and an individual suicide
But how true are they - these secrets of life?
And how perceptive are we with one secret after another?

-PRK-

A Company, Maybe

I can hear the breeze brushing through the trees
Birds chirping and singing in melodies
Teenage girls joking and laughing with their grannies
Over a cup of coffee and chocolate chip cookies
And kids running around chasing each other
Playing hide and seek, I can hear their feet pitter-patter
And their moms gossiping with each other
Later talking about their family and the sounds of nature
While their dads catch up at the football game
Talking about their sons, the car engines and getting together for a jam
They look happy, no one seem to be in agony
Even sad faces then cracked a joke about the economy
It was a good day for an evening walk, definitely
But I just sat at the bench, appreciating life, wishing that birds could talk to me
So I can tell them I'm happy to be here
To watch the sunset with my bottle of beer
To tell my loved ones I love them dearly
And wishing they were all here with me
Or a company, maybe

-PRK-

Inglorious Glow

So I tried to read your mind but your snigger caught me
I tried to breathe easy but your tinkers poached me
So suspicious; this notion between you and me
Yet so wondrously it lingers, snuggling me
No promises made, no expectations foreseen
Though it seems unpromising and almost unseen
Will it remain inglorious, I'd rather not know
For if it stays notorious, I'd doom the glow

-PRK-