Doorstep Sun

Doorstep Sun


I remember when the sun would set at my doorstep,
When I tasted the sin in your skin and got nothing.
But I didn’t mind, nothing mattered back then when
The sky’s goodbye was a hundred colours worth of emotion ,
And I’d be tempted to go blind staring at ,
tomorrow morning.

- J. Bhagan

New unfinished , untitled poem - about bim

My heart will always be,
On the Cave Hill,
By the Carib sea.

I came to feast my eyes ,
on Turqouise waters ,
And Vanilla Clouds
and taste wisdom
through distilled knowledge.

But I found my spirit sustained,
by morsels of friendship,
a ship spiced ,
with a dozen islands worth
of dialect.

I Tasted Creole verbs,
and found them much like the patois
of my mother tongue .

When I lick my lips,
I still taste the salt of paradise beach,
And salty sweet memories of pink sunsets.
Forever bittersweet.

I am still hung-over , feverish and dazed ,
from long Caribbean nights,
And maybe half-a bottle of Malibu in wasted potential ,
what if’s , maybes’ and could have beens .

But those nights mixed with golden rum and melted into golden mornings ,
staring at the silver sea would be all we ever need.
Coconut flavored memories.

I slept on unrequited love,
On white sand with the gentle roar of the ocean as my lullaby,
On hopes that became dreams , and became illusions ,
On memories of you walking by my side at night.

We could never tell when those perfect nights would end,
Our eyes would always be looking to the west ,
For those perfect sunsets , pink purple and rose red,
But when the sun rose in the east ,
Ending the hours we laughed together,
We could never tell the exact moment when
perfection ended

And we’d be called into bed ,
to dream poor dreams that had none of the magic
of living in pleasant view,
the magic of waking up every morning
to a sea that stole the blue of the sky ,
and invited you to come lose yourself in her embrace,
So she could steal your heart,
and leave you with memories,
and no regrets ,
only sighs .

Mellow Silver bells.

Silver Mel Belle

When those Silver Elevator Doors Opened,
My eyes held the reflection of your face,
Like two Silver Mirrors
But my mind only saw :

Your Angel hair ,
Spilling down to your neck,
Like an Obsidian picture frame ,
Dancing as you moved with Raven grace.

I saw not who you were:
But I saw your pink Lips,
and Mona Lisa Smile ,
Beneath your dark ,
Downcast eyes.

Searching the ground ,
For solace perhaps.

Time Stopped,
My Heart Stopped,
But you didn’t’ stop ,
You flew with Raven grace,
In your motion ,
you moved me.

Today I see the moon rise,
on your Mona Lisa smile ,
A smile that brightens the Obsidian Night,
Just enough for us to see :
The Midnight sky,
Scorched by the sun’s passing passion ,
Burnt purples and forgetful blue,
Framed by fleecy clouds,
over the Ocean Horizon.

I see the Full Moon rise with your eyes
and that silver glint of laughter in them.



As your eyes rise,
you learn to trust your feet
and walk by faith ,
And my faith is : -
In showing the world your hidden smile,
I shall be remembered.
and fondly too I hope ,
Just as you remember :
That green winged Macaw .
Never forget that green
is the colour of hope.

Never Forget -
Hope is that feathered thing with wings,
That perches in the soul
And Sings the tune without words
and never stops at all. - E. D.

I will never forget,
Silver doors
and mellow silver bells,
The sweet scent of Oriental Honey tea,
Angel woven Raven hair,
and pink lips pursed
in a half hidden enigma
of why it hurts to smile .

( Written and performed for someone special on her birthday . First time i did such, First time my poetry was so well appreciated by the woman whom i wrote it for.
One verse is adapdted from Emily Dickinsons poem on hope . Felt it could flesh out hope much better than i ever could in a few short lines , and make the Green Macaw reference come alive at the same time . )

'Legacy' poem

Great Heart will not be denied :-
Know that I am at your side,
on the day that the moon fails,
And the sun must hide his pride.

And when i die ,
let them say,
I personified the better angels ,
of the human spirit,
Let them say,
I lived in the time ,
Of Obama ,
and the heirs of Ghandi ,
Martin Luther King,
and Mandela.

Let generations yet unborn ,
Speak of us ,
The heirs of Eric Williams ,
Errol Barrow and Norman Manley,
and speak of how we used the gifts ,
of our forefathers,
To build them a better life.

Let them say ,
we lived in revolutionary times,
When the East swung from far right to far left,
and the land of the Pharoahs was no longer ruled by a tyrant,
and although the people starve,
and bleed for their freedom,
They die dignified ,
Deified .

And when the Jasmine fires,
Of truth burn out,
Let us blacken our hearts,
with ebony ash ,
and remember those ,
who went before us.

Great Hearts cannot be denied,
For the day man's spirit,
is overcome by man's pride,
Is the day truth is belied,
Justice defied ,
If that day comes i hope to die,
And upon my tombstone will lie
These words for those that survive :
Peace , Truth , Love.

Most perfect verse in years

The most perfect verse in years:

Great Heart will not be denied :-
Know that I am at your side,
on the day that the moon fails,
And the sun must hide his pride.

(the first line 'great heart' is from the lord of the rings , king Theoden speaking to one of the hobbits. Each line is 7 syllables , i find myself writing 7 syllable lines often when i rhyme . Rest of poem will be published after the competition for which it was written)




BLACK
I have felt the silence of my obligation to you,
but i might never know,
The true weight of that silence.

I was born into the Black night,
Deaf and Blind i learnt to feel,
Feel the Blackness around me .

I groped along that smooth obsidian road of fate ,
and found my way into the softness,
of your Black bed.

And i tasted your soft poison ,
Its fire burnt my throat,
But my tongue quivers for more,
My Lips are wet with the desire,
To brush against your soft Blackness once more

I Lost something of myself,
'cause i learned that
the three syllables of your true name,
can be repeated in mantra,
My mind is a blank slate,
my body inflamed with beastial hunger for Black,
and Black, poisonous death.

For years i'v been building a palace
out of the gems of Logos
And Sophie's golden hair,
You came and slipped the sun under your tongue,
and shut your mouth ,
so that only Black issued forth from your lips.

My gems shine no more.

I Throw Logos into the ebony ocean ,
with the knowledge that i will never see again,
unless you spit the sun back out ,
But i fear you will swallow the gods whole
Drink the milky way down
and rip the celestial dark asunder.

And i fear that you would still want more.

But i long for that Oblivion,
To be free of Fate's weight,
I long to be emptied of my nothing,
and fill myself,
with your Black.