imperfect

can't believe those days
when we wrote real letters
on paper, in ink, folded, given over to strangers
who promised to reach them, sent to fly

long desires and longings deeply pressed
into the etchings and spills of ink
sometimes indecipherable words
sometimes unthinkable notions

all forgiven in the effort of the written
for the time i found to pen the words
to tell you what you came to mean to me
to tell you details, outline, hurrying the telling

before the ink or paper or time runs out
what if our luck ran out?
what if I revealed that what was not to be
when I pondered reasons we shouldn't even be

but inexorable my writings my need to tell
to reveal every etching on my mind, my skin, my life
i wanted nothing but to tell you and have you
with the knowledge that you would have it all

can't believe how you laughed at me,
at my earnest request for you to see me as I were
at my documented list of sins, omissions and faults
my proclivities for madness, impulses, this temper

yet you laughed and i sat in surprise, stunned
how mad is this man i thought, reckless to a fault
claims he loves imperfection, just clueless
but then i fell in love again and again...


---
reena
2/28/17

2017flies

Gathering up every love and,

marching on ahead

Taking with me those that

Sing my heart's song

Leave behind what wasn't mine 

Coz few these days, so short this time

This universe's accidental spark

Became this ordinary life's light

Asking for no more than what I found, and could keep

A simple gratitude for this collection of happy rides

---

Reena

Feb 6 2017

Noisy

Chaos and clamor
Sounds of happy times
Nowhere else I'd be

find it here

The chaos and clamor of this life
Are sounds and madness of happy times
Where pandemonium reigns is where I live
And nowhere else I'd rather be

Lines I examine on my face
deep and true they run
so much laughter so much time
Yet I feel I've barely begun

One by one the days rush by
I grasp and often forget to breathe
And when I see the signs of years
The fear of death yet I won't yield

I wouldn't change a thing,
not a lucky day goes by
When I don't count such blessings
These sights, your smile

So don't come here to tell me
What lies ahead at twilight
Tales and scare stories won't
Dull this abundant heart's light


---
reena
2/17/17

Confide

Words run on wild inside my head

Bursting to confide, thoughts, demands of you

So much to tell you of what you must know

But I seem to lose my will to say

You ask your question you shake your head

Perhaps we are tired of trying so hard

I fight so much I want to lay and rest

I let you walk on, something holds me back

I know if I speak I risk so much
I know I can't keep this all inside
So while I keep these ropes bound so
Sometimes the lava must escape

I don't ask for you to understand
How could you, I didn't let it on
I don't know how I can let this be
Perhaps someday I'll have the chance to tell


---------
reena
1/11/17

Chasm

Aggrieved you stand in your hollow shock

And ask of me why I went that wicked way

You cry this is betrayal’s final straw

How could I have sold you to this piper of hate?

You demand of me so many things

Elevation to better bargains surely?

Accuse me of not knowing better

Never once asking what my tradeoffs may be

Your rarefied logic, your easy answers

Talk of gains, opportunities I haven't had
Blithely loud in loaded language of justice

But absent at my people's pillage n' death

Somewhere in the future beyond hubris & hype

Silence your echo chambers that mock my type

And come see me, acknowledge that I do exist

When your gaseous claims of horror vaporize

And then we can talk and perhaps you will listen

When I tell you why I reclaimed my seat

To make you consider my life’s travails

This wasn’t about you, is that so hard to believe?

_____________________________________________

Reena 

11/13/16

Speaking for those that are being belittled and accused unfairly of all sorts of things at DT"s unexpected victory...

I almost named this poem "Self Absorption, Donald Trump and other horrors..."

deep

long are my losses
and so many departures
broken notions of debts
unpaid or never taken

burdens you brought and
left at my door
i took them in and carried
what was not mine to bear

yet you seemed to lose
the words you owed to me
even if actions never acted
i could dream for a while

the years just flew
became mere vapors to hold
where i should have left a wall
i now find the deepest voids

so i'll walk along
try not to look over anymore
for i have been loved so long
even the deepest ones will fill

-------
reena
september 27 2016