Heartbeats in The Monsoon
You came like a monsoon
Stalking the unsound contours
Of the January night
Flirting in the empty sky
Bustling with the souls of dead Mackerels
You haunted the moonlight
Eavesdropped on the stars' conglomerate
Destroyed the agency of the heavens
And deeply carved into the belly of Roman's god
Mocked what was superior
As if being a nobody
was the reason
You felt so well known and alone
Your inner eyes never opened
Your heart was mere biology
And your soul was a philosophy
That begged the question
Two things you haven't seen
So beautiful but don't know what those textures on you mean
Unprecedentedly relying on where you've been
To explain your place in the scene
Instead of resisting the pressure
You took to obligingly exchanging a shot at tomorrow
For a moments happiness
Hovering above the world
That had fashioned you into a boy
Whose mind was emancipated
Had a story or two to tell
But didn't try to hold on to the pages
As wind dislodged them from you
You sent your purpose flying
Riding a wind poised on a hurricane
Your eyes were screens
You watched yourself morph to mist
Losing your all and your more
Your clean locality and remixed accent
In the bag of languages you speak
In the wake of the monsoon
Brandishing your murky grenades of steam
In the gaps of the night
Because robust as you seemed
You showed none of that will and fortitude
Your parents
used to say came with you
©RaeezJacobs. Poetry. 2013
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