Regret

Past unspoken, kept in a quiet box

Never to be opened; even when

I speak my heart, for fear of perjury.

Broken hearts. Sounds from a television to

Mute the surrounding air. To not

Hear the words truthfully spoken.

Nights of wandering in taxis and turmoil.

Chaos raining down upon a wily little brain.

Tangled hair, unkempt, unshaven

Sparkling lights shimmer when it rains.

Laughter, music, madness, magic magenta clothes,

Mystic, majestic rainbows. Clouds drifting in

Dreams realistic, calling for

A lone place called home.

Regrets- never unnerving, never thinking,

Never appealing as a cause to

Cry, wail, surrender.

A criminal walking behind closed doors.

Knocking at times, to peek and be subdued.

Hot humid climates, cool drinks, cucumber skins.

Sand and water engulfing the sound of waves.

Washing away the thoughts to surrender.

Repressed memory of a day,

A night, an afternoon or something.

A regret: repressed, reproached, unspoken, unknown!

-- Mohan