love, red rose and comic books

the inability that pervades throughout ...

from behind the coconut tree household,
the sun comes up every morning 
chasing crows across the day sky

i collect their shadows and lost feathers ..
keep them in a private safe 

i think of mother, 
when she fed me with riceballs ,
sun was a cartoon in comicsbook
nestled between two mountains , always unnamed ..

i fantasise her warmth
that first taught me the science of love
i m searching for the lessons i didnt care to take notes on ..

love travels like sunlight on water 
and drowns deep at nights..
while aeroplanes travel the star studded sky 
of a poet's cliched world..

the groundfloor boy rushes in for  video games..
i picture him ten years later..
and want to hug him and cry..
but i m the secondfloor anna who knows everything
who couldnt be weak..

the crow feathers are crawling out of my safe
drawing on the night ..

keep a red rose on my cemetry
for the love i couldnt give this world