Sunday 23 November 2014

The Heart Of It All Should Be Your Heart After All.


The heart of it all, should be your heart after all
The center of your life, should be you- yourself
build relations that see you for the real you
do things you absolutely love to do
Breathe in the breath of the greenery
be everything you've wished to be
ignite the fire that drives your desires
and grab those rare opportunities
don't waste your lungs singing cowardly songs
that break free from the smoke of a pipe
come out, swim up, from liquid toxic in a bottle
Honestly, it's all a wanna-be's hype
Fill your brains instead of your veins
it'll show better on your resumé
You'll thank me, you'll see, when you're the interviewee
and he tell's you, "you can start today"
You're young and vivacious
then why chose to waste away
whatever may be the reason you fall
Tomorrows always going to be a new day
Live for the sound of your heartbeat
and not to reach it's sudden stop
let the rhythm guide your steps, no matter big or small.
The heart of it all, should be your heart after all.

Saturday 22 November 2014

Literary Lies


She won't talk, she won't rant,
She won't fight, you have to understand.
She's a woman of words, queen of the quil
the ink on her parchment speaks strongly of her will
none of her words will mean what you think
they herald a message, disguised and hidden under the ink
She laces her words with beauty and charm
when underneath them lies her ugliness and qualms
She'll tell you a story of lovers devoted
and beneath it will lie a broken tale
one, if you knew, would sound sad and stale
her fingers have grown accustomed to vent out in verse
her honest emotions lay hidden behind her well- decorated words
Her heart has become so habituated to this method so strange
that now she can't express truly, her feelings will never be explained
they hide behind that thick red wall, that hits hard against her ribs
peeking out now and then, disguised by her beautiful fibs
as she writes her newest rhyme today, she can't help but wonder
whether she'll ever let them hear her heart's own scary thunder
whether she will, in any of her works, reveal 
the truest reason for her love for happy endings, this silly zeal.
This obsession with lacing her words, to many, seem quite absurd
but it's her only way, to properly convey,
the things her heart has never heard. 

Thursday 20 November 2014

A Rant of The Heart


She's owns the strongest heart I know
Stronger than anyone could posses
She's respectable and demands it
and she deserves nothing less
She's seen pain in most hurtful ways
but never lets it show at day
She has her flaws and she comes from a species called 'Human'
it's a shame I have to remind you, you come from the very same one too.
Just like you, she has emotions,
and it hurts her too much to think
that someone dear could turn against her
within the period of an eye's blink
She's never done you wrong
always meant you good
why then do you suddenly spite her
why is she easily misunderstood
She'll fight it, of that I'm sure
She's committed and works like a pro
what she doesn't need is your negativity
She's trying her best to stay ashore.
Before you go around talking
take a moment to yourself and think
Is it really her fault or wrong-doing?
or a symptom of an ego that keeps growing?
Why I stand for her you ask?
She's the kind of relation that lasts.
Would you give that up so easily then?
cause apparently, you don't mind losing a friend.

That Table Could Tell


Wooden and antique, sturdy and strong
He stood between two, has done so for too long
this table that's seen too many young lovers
has heard every romantic line, and spontaneous song
he watches as the new pair comes along
doomed or lucky, he's still to predict
what had Fate chosen for these two, were they his lucky pick
He's always been a silent witness to those shy gazes and sweaty palms
he knows of their nervous looks, jitters and qualms
He's heard too many young men speak their heart
he's heard those 'I love you's and 'till death do us part'
he's see the young women being swept up by charm
he's watched them leave arm in arm
He smiles at their retreating selves
knows he'll see them again soon
problem being, he isn't sure if that's a curse or a boon
He knows, he's seen it all too many times
they keep coming back with new reason and rhymes
they make it their spot, their table of choice
they share intimate affectionate words, all in a hushed voice
and he watches closely, knows exactly the moment when
a little suspicion, causes the trip to the end
and the journey is slow, torturous and slow
every new date, they keep needing more
more assurances, more words to explain
why they feel so much spite and disdain
until one day, hushed voices seem to ring in their ears.
a sudden need to hurt and bring tears
Their own voices are loud in their head
speaking the words that remain unsaid
they don't reach across him anymore
to hold hands, or more about the other, to know
Wooden and antique, sturdy and strong
He stood between two, has done so for too long
this table that's seen too many young lovers
has heard every romantic line, and spontaneous song
he watches as the new pair comes along
doomed or lucky, he's still to predict
what had Fate chosen for these two, were they his lucky pick.

Monday 17 November 2014

Hell Hath No Fury Like A Writer Scorned


She holds in her hand a device so superior
no other has had this power so strong
and the cacophony of voices that invade her mind
force her to use this power to unwind
As she holds it in her hand and let's the words flow
black ink leaks out to fill in the blankness, the emptiness
of a paper and a soul, that with this power she can make whole.
Even while letting out, she's actually taking in
all of the words, that often stay trapped within
the blotches on the white, are sometimes just black
other times, its a fallen drop from a eye
they seep through the white and ruin her tale
yet they tell enough of a story, of a woman meek and frail
she scratches the blotches out,
not wanting to show the world this pain
the story she wants the world to know 
is not about her losses, but the lessons she's gained
the ink dances under her power, following her every command
a woman who's been scorned, is allowed to voice a reprimand 
that powerful, thin little feather, that still holds enough ink at it's tip
is kept aside while she reads her tale, nervously biting her lip
she smiles a smile that no one will understand 
and then she folds up the parchment in her hand.
She holds in her hand a device so superior
no other has had this power so strong
Addictive is this power to write away her anguish
to write against the men who'd done her wrong.

Sunday 16 November 2014

The Task That She Is


He scratches and claws but she won't let him in
too afraid to let him under her skin
It scares her how he wants her
how he'll do anything to win
her heart, in all it's unworthiness,
it's fragile state within
But he won't give up,
she can see it in his eyes
this is no ordinary conquest,
and she's worth more than any prize
it's scares her more than it does surprise
that a man like him would want her so bad
men like him walk away more than stay
and she has learned that the hard way
But he's proved more than once
He's here for the long run.
A condition he has but one
that she crosses the finish line with him
She laughs as he stands there
having tried his best to creep in
to sneak his way, past the cracks in the wall
and ended up, crushing it, insecurities and all
And she walks into his embrace
in his arms she happily falls
he won her over fair and square
Like she wasn't a task at all.

Saturday 15 November 2014

The Rain Never Forgets


In the wee hours of the morning on that faithful day in November
the clouds break down in tears to honor a soul's surrender
through the darkness and the silence it mourns a memory
one that reads good enough to make a beautifully written obituary
she looks up at the sky, as her gaze follows the first drop that hits the ground
wetting a tiny space there, just like the tear that reaches her frown
November remembers and so does she
November's never been what it's supposed to be
As the rain makes it's annual appearance in a month so odd and strange
She sits lonely in a corner, trying hard, her memories, to arrange
The rain washes away the dirt and the grime,
leaving mother nature's fragrance to wake the slumbered town
She watches the world wake to a normal day
but for her this day in November, will forever hold her down
The rain never forgets, and neither will she.
That faithful, rainy day of November, will always be.

Friday 14 November 2014

Where Loyalties Lie


He was caught between the two people he adored,
faced by a situation where he required to pick a side
and his mind clouded with thoughts so rapidly, 
it felt as though he was running for miles.
To side the person he's known for years
or to stand by the person he's recently found a new friendship in,
he had to question his faith in their friendship
and the future of it too
And for a moment, just a fleeting moment,
he wondered where his loyalties lie
with who, and why
and if he were willing to let a relationship die
and then another thought crossed his mind
wondering if their motives were more than what they seemed
and what shocked him was the conclusion that them innocent, is what he deemed.
Suddenly, the question wasn't about where his loyalties lie.
In all truth,
The question was about why they lie.

Thursday 13 November 2014

Victories Greater than Gold


He was a fighter, a sucker for the sport
he knew when to throw a punch,
and never crossed a line
he played by the rules to win over a heart
But he fell through the ropes at the very start
She was the force that attacked him
A blow to his emotions, he had to admit
face first, he took the hit
sending a rush of adrenaline through his veins
immediately he felt her taking over the reins
he fell hard and kissed the canvas
and changed him she did.
The red gloves were kept away
more important things and family, were here to stay
The only ring that mattered now,
was not the one he used to leisure in
but the one that donned a white lace glove
on the hand of his lady love.
Medals and memories of the days gone by
were kept in his bedside drawer for his children to find
And on a dark mournful evening, when he was on his way Home
the woman insisted she be left alone
she picked up the medal that with time had lost it's sheen
and wished that her tears could wipe it clean
Gold, silver brass were things of the past
their children and grandchildren were victories that would last
A fighter who let go of a hobby to find a life
The medals he had won, comforted his widowed wife.

Wednesday 12 November 2014

Hopelessly Devoted


He's hopeless.
Hopelessly devoted.
Spoiled by her impressive ways and that torturous smile.
He's spent an entire week setting this emotional guard up,
raising his defenses around his heart
cause just like every time, he doesn't want to be pushed around by her mysterious ways,
her beauty, and her ability to capture him and play with his emotions with just a word or two
or even a gesture as tiny as slipping her hand through his
These little things break him. He's embarrassed about his lack of strength to despise her
To keep her at bay, or look out for himself.
He doesn't want to throw himself in completely, and give her the reigns to his heart again.
He's seen too well, the things she can do, the leverage she has over a devoted man
She's sexy, and sassy, and a whole lot of a tease
and his weaknesses range to anything from her smile, to her dainty, playful personality
She's dangerous for him, he knows it,
She'll probably kill him if she knew the power she had over him.
She doesn't realize how he tries everyday, to keep a check on his emotions
to hold up that shield that keeps him from falling
Falling in love, falling face first, falling hard
and to her feet, to be whatever she needs him to be.
He's a goner and he knows it.
A part of him wishes she knew, a part wishes otherwise.
And even while he waits for her arrival, after a month of hearing nothing from her,
he's determined to not let her get to him. He wants her to work hard to win his attention
But in the next moment, she's greeting him with a kiss on the cheek,
a hug and a smile so meek,
he's feeling that tug, that magnetic pull of the foolish side of his brain
and that scream from his heart saying "Oh no! not again!"
and she slips her delicate little hand into his strong one
and says "How have you been? I've missed you" in a voice so plain, admirable, exact opposite of disdain
And he knows in that second. He's lost his will,
while that shield around his heart took a back seat
rationality and emotional guards flew out the window
and he couldn't be anything but 'normal' with her
all over again.

Sunday 9 November 2014

A Secret Escape


She's broken and hurting as she falls to her knees
this act of self loathing becoming a daily ritual
her elbows dig into the soft sheets of her bed
as she joins her hands and bows her head
Tears battle their way through closed eyes
and roll shamelessly down an already moist face
she can't remember the last time she fell to this position
She can't recall ever seeking His embrace
tonight is different as she chants out His name
needing a higher force, her emotions to tame
for a woman who gave up on the man who gave her,her second name
she feels like she's the one, for his death, to blame
a cool breeze dances along her skin
threatening to remind her of that night she lost him
but she can't let it take control of her again
she won't let it reach within
So she prays louder, needing for Him to hear
how she wishes to see him just one more time
her love, her dear, how she needs him near.
and for a moment, for just a tiny second
she thinks she feels his hand on her shoulder,
A warm touch, one she knows all too well,
She cherished it,and let it sink in,
she knew it wouldn't dwell.
and it disappeared as soon as it came
The feeling of him, the very same
she sank down to the ground as sleep overtook her body
and thanked Him for ignoring, from heaven, his soul's secret escape.



Saturday 8 November 2014

The 'You' In Me


"I know what you're going through, I know what I see"
"No you don't, You don't know the real me!"
"Oh but I do, I've seen the real you can be"
"why do you have to be like this, why do you keep coming back?"
"because  you never let me leave at all, you catch me even before I pack"
"This isn't a joke, I'm as serious as a heart attack"
"Who's kidding here, the sweat beads on my forehead mimic that of surgeon, I think- cardiac"
"I'm damaged, I hurt, and I bring you nothing but pain"
"I'm here to love you, and not for selfish gains"
"You'll regret it, you'll ache with the baggage I carry"
"You'll be the best decision I ever made."
"and what happens when you tire of me or I of you"
"what happens if you never give me a chance to"
"you're stubborn"
"only for you"
"No one's ever held on this long"
"no one's ever tried, for you, to be strong"
"I'm going to deteriorate eventually, slowly lose myself"
"I'll be with you every step of that torturous way"
"and when i die, what will you have left to say"
"I'll see you soon beautiful, in heaven one day"
"I wish I could promise you, a forever with you to stay"
"All I'm asking for is a promise of tomorrows after today"
"I will hurt you, I can't promise I won't"
"I'm willing to take every punch in the gut, and break of a bone"
"You're too strong for me to hurt physically, silly"
"You're too in love to hurt me beyond repair, emotionally"
"How do you know I will agree?"
"Because, there's a little of 'me' in you, and 'you' in me"

Friday 7 November 2014

Super-Mom


"Mommy!" she cried in a language of her own
when the sounds outside of a womb were strange and unknown
and the woman she cried for held her with love,
close to her heart, giving thanks above.

"Mommy!" she cried when she awoke at night
to the darkness and stillness that instantly brought fright
and it seems her language was finally understood
cause the woman she wanted, was cradling her as lovingly as she could.

"Mommy!" she cried when her first teeth began to intrude
when the pain was something she didn't want to bear alone
by now the woman knew her every whimper and cry
knew when she was happy and knew every sorrowful moan.

"Mommy!" she exclaimed, as her first coherent word
and the woman in question was the first one who heard.
tears of joy ran down her cheeks
as her lips caressed her precious baby girl

"Mommy!" she cried when the bruise on her knee burnt
suddenly, running behind the pet dog seemed like an idea-absurd
but the pain seemed to disappear as soon as it hit
because mommy covered the band-aid with a kiss

"Mommy!" she squealed when she aced her class test
running into the house, and into her moms embrace
nothing could compare to the happiness in her eyes
nothing could compare to the proud smile on her face

"Mommy!" she said when she fell in love the first time
her heart feeling things she couldn't explain
but only mommy understood and only mommy could see
just how crazy in love her little girl could be.

"Mommy!" she yelled  when she needed her space
when mommy's over protective heart wouldn't let her have her fun
"I'm old enough to make my own decisions" she said
and mommy nodded, smiled sadly, and went to bed.

"Mommy!"she cried when she returned home one night
sobbing and whimpering from the pain of a tattered heart
"he was never worth your time" Mommy said with a kiss on the head
"he never deserved your perfect heart" as she put her to bed..

"Mommy!" she said sweetly when she tied the knot
with a man who her mom had predicted,was worth a shot
"I'll miss you" she said with a parting embrace
while she miserably tried to hide the tears from her face

"Mommy!"she said with joy, over the phone
when she found out she was having a baby of her own
"I hope she's just like you", Mommy said with a laugh
"at least then you'll know what I went through"

"Mommy" she whispered when she held a baby boy in her hands
calling her mommy closer to see
the little bundle of perfection that lay in her arms
was the cutest little infant that could ever be.

"Mommy" she called out one night
when she came home after a fight
holding her two year old close to her
she sought out her mothers advice

"Mommy" she said in a panicked tone one day
"he's down with the flu and I don't know what to do"
and the mother with more years of experience on her
guided her through with the cure for a flu

"Mommy." she said as she greeted her with a hug
It was his 5th birthday, and she gifted the little boy a pug
"you didn't have to" she said to her mom with a smile
"he's my grandson, and I'm afraid I'm only here for a while."

"Mommy!" she cried bitterly as she fell to her knees
on a dark Friday evening that did nothing to please
her tears fell over the tombstone slab
washing over the name of the mother she once had.