The Red Popsicle

A look at the Rainbow counter,

that was selling red popsicles,

turned my eyes bright.

A glimpse of the red candy,

that was made of ice,

froze my summer Sun.

A touch of the red popsicle,

that was cold and moist,

turned my sweats into rains.

A lick, on the red lump,

that was a popsicle,

colored my tongue with blood.

I Buried My Love

Across that green meadow,
After that road surrounded by Gulmohar trees,
Behind that gray wall,
I buried my love.


Walking through that graveled path,
Inside the Gothic Church,
In front of everyone,
I buried my love.


Dressed in a white gown,
Offering prayers to the good Lord,
With a ring in my hand,
I buried my love.