Rainbows in the Night by Janani Arvind

how could we ever hold hands with our fists closed so tight we are still walking alone vary of the rolling stones could we ever go forward forgetting all the bruises of the past black eyes and sleepless cries waiting for a sunrise did we ever look past the waves to see the drowning ocean…

Morning Eyes by Janani Arvind

Sweet voice of a songbirda crow’s caw cutting throughthe crunching of beans in the coffee machinemoist and cold and warm at the same timeunder the sheets, sprawled over your chestnever woken to a better morning evera sigh, a caress, a kissyour awareness and my sleepy yawnsuntangling limbs and the pour of fresh coffeeparting mist, warming…