I want to...

I want to.... 

I want to tell you a story

of an orchid that blooms in a desert

how it yearns for water in summer

 whilst whirling wind tussles with his root 

and winter's snow paint its stems with flakes

I want to serve you a caffeinated wine

to celebrate my dooms and misfortunes 

as I relish the sour tastes 

of your fortnight ago dinner's leftover

while sniffing the acrid smells

 of my chubby cheeks master's fart. 

I want to take you on a journey 

to the streetside muds I bathe in 

make you feel the comfort 

I felt on the lonely swing

as I float in the evening breeze 

releasing my anxieties in the air like gas. 

I want to give you a laced rosary

maybe you'll feel the warmth of the water

that fell from my eyes as I bow beneath HIS feet

pleading to get an orange meal 

to bless the gnarl and grumbles

nights when my stomach butterflies are

dying to the drought they couldn't cuddle.  

I want to write on your wall

a mantra for hope so you could read

the lame lines with soft sigh and smiles

days when your bones crack and twig

like the dried branches of an hazelnut tree

and evening your sweat stench and smells

like the streetside gutters I called a home. 

I want to sing to your ears

"Songs of Hope"

then rejuvenate your lost smiles

as i remind you of the buttery days

that seems so far but near 

For you to sing along as you move on 

with slices of faith and hints of believe 

 in better morrows that's yet to come

Maybe you'll see life from my acute angle. 

©Khalid

®Sparrow