Thursday, February 28, 2013

Touched by the Rays!








When your world rains
Longing for the rays of sun sings
when you stumble upon it






Grab it! hug it!
Then select it out!
close the windows
Keep it! Breathe it!
Hold hands with it
Never let it go!
Then take a memory picture
not to forget
Now! Open the window
share it with the world
Never lose sight
You have been touched by the sun!     
Be kind
Reflect rays of happiness
You are the Sun!
                                              p.k October 2012 
                                      Copyright © 2013 Parissa Khosh

Monday, February 18, 2013

The last piece (my hand ached part 2)


A bird in the hand
Painting: Phill Singer
There is rain under the shadows

I’ve found light

 I followed the sun to catch
the ship that carried the last rain
how I could have been
the beneficiary of your wrath
My fault
to lay in the drought of a smile
hoping for a drop of kindness to fall
The drop so few
The ocean so deep
It pains me to know
this was the last straw
From now till eternity
your wrath shall not harm me
as I’ve grown
The girl you had buried under the sand
can live
Somehow survived the drought
There is rain under the shadows
I’ve found light
Escaped the lonely cage you built around my soul
You see my soul had wings
I flew, I saw the sun
It pains me to know I am writing to you for the last time
Knowing far too well
Your unreachable nature
Shall never read through
the blood I shed
writing the last piece
while I followed the sun to catch
the ship that carried the last rain
to take me away
where I can dust off the memories
days of drought and thorns
knowing far too well
You will be the one
never to see the footprints
never to know what you traded forever
The ocean of love I had for you
                                                                     p.k 
                                                                                                      Copyright © 2013 Parissa Khosh



Wednesday, February 6, 2013

My hand ached



My hand ached

Writing this letter

This very last time

Breathing the air that was not mine

Under the sky that was only yours

to me it was black

It pains me writing this letter

While cutting my heart in pieces

For the last time for you to see

But alas, not to feel

Your closed hearts doing

It pains me to see the heart locket

I had carved for you from my soul

buried in a corner close to

What used to be nothing for you

marks of uncaring fingers

how dirt covered it deep

it pains me to see how my writing

never enters your heart

how you always are the one

not bleeding from my wounds.
                                     p.k 
Copyright © 2013 Parissa Khosh

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