An Old Guard of Despair

An old guard in this city's dust,
trying to keep my uniform clean.
I'm trying to keep intruders away,
they say the city's filled of thieves.

Entrusted to watch this decay,
till it crumbles and perishes to ground.
I'm trying to keep it's walls in shape,
to prolong my days of earning.

The children of the adjacent block,
play their evenings with these walls.
I'm trying to keep their 'hide & seek' alive,
to prolong my days of longing.

Told to ward off offenders,
from misusing this piece of land.
I'm trying to stave off destiny,
to prolong my days of fonding.

James Long Street is filled with
buses, of all shapes plying survivors.
While both of us, are still, awaiting
for that bus which will take us home.

An Evening for Her

The window had befriended me,
or was it my confines.
It had beckoned me closer,
asking to share its view.
This room which I belong to,
or is it my insecurity.
It says the window is notorious,
for making you risk beliefs.
The adornments I hold on to,
or is it my vanity.
They say the window is a rustic,
staring through your cracked soul.

It was a trivial evening,
a usual chain of events.
Could have easily been unseen,
but for that knock on the window.

Curiosity, you know is strange
makes you courageous and scared, equally.
You know not who or what to trust,
an acquaint, a friend, or an encounter.

Presenting itself in all grandeur,
it seated on the parapet.
As I sat at my window,
marvelling at this beginning.

It had brought some grey,
some vagueness into this clear sky.
The evening descended to crescent moon,
leaving me with the stranger.

There were words and lyrics,
a silence threaded it together.
The street filled with yells known,
this space; bereft of details.

And I wanted to reach you,
hoping you'd fill my bosom.
Wanted to stay at my window,
asking it to rain bit longer.