Miracles don't know they are miracles.

No one tells a miracle,
what it is,
Just because miracles are mystic
Does not mean that they know
What makes a miracle happen
Does it wait in the woodwork
Or eavesdrop
Or is it sent like a letter in the mail
From a diety of whom you asked
How miracles happen
maybe the walls know
but walls have only ears
not eyes to witness
nor lips to tell
the walls only hear
It's a Miracle

Mermaid Awaiting

Dear Baby boy,
You calm soul.

Love becomes you,
Soft and warm.

Rush not on your way,
Paddle slow.

Relish each sweet breathe.
soak yourself in sunlight.

From your very first breathe,
You have smeared me with light.

Soon the woman who owns
the strings of your heart will be born.

And for her you must learn to,
Specialise in pleasure and joy.

Slow down, son.
Your partner is growing.

Like a mermaid she glows
waiting to shrug her fins for legs.

That will walk and dance
And entwine yours.

Until then, darling son.
Let me endow myself in your glow.

© Tasnim Jivaji