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"Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of the moon." Rumi


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Ready for a world tour

The empty auditorium was to be inhabited by thousands. A handful of us with worn out jazz shoes, leg warmers, sweat shirts & pants twirled ’till the stage spun on its own. Some stretched and others meditated in corpse pose as i chugged water from an almost empty bottle.

“We cant stop now, last practice!” A familiar soft-spoken but firm voice gave command from the entrance door. He was dressed in a white v-neck, cropped black pants with white socks and black shoes – oh! And his legendary glove. Michael Jackson showed up for the last night of practice of what was to be the first show of his last tour. He was kind, energetic and motivational.

I was stoked! I still couldn’t believe i was going on tour with MICHAEL JACKSON. But now i’m at work, reminiscing one of my coolest dreams to date.

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Anticipation

He caressed my mind
Just as my heart began to open.
Like a thief jn the night
He cleverly awoke me with his declarations,
Snuck deep into dark wounds
Despite his limitations –
These lesions slowly dissipate into haze.
But with not a single gaze,
How’d he know to get in?

Penetrating my thoughts,
He’s become a pro at deciphering
The moods my soul swings to;
And as my heart he pursues,
He causes a fluttering that knows no harm.
Unarmed, I give in gradually
But hesitantly.
Should I? Should I not?
Why not?

Reasoning with a lack of reasons,
A case I’m unable to state
For the places I’ve been
Compare not to the places he’s seen
Through dreams which enchant a morrow
He knows will ensue pleasure and ease.
His love has instantly become immeasurable
As he unravels a knot that choked
Me for far too long with a memoir
That would otherwise have no end.

There’s a sunrise in his lingo
And a misty coolness that oozes
Its way into my core –
I wonder if this sensation
Will whistle past the graveyard.
Mmm, raindrops taste like sweet persimmons
Every time the thought of him lingers in my senses-
Delicate and subtle;
But I anticipate encountering in the physical
For it shall confirm what my visions
Have alluded to as I patiently wait.
Ah, to anticipate forever through a single soul.