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Unrequited Love

Fathomless eyes
Stray not an inch
From the epicentre
Of merciless flames
Drawn like moths
Into the brazen heat
Of tragic expression
Willing to perish
Feelings squirm in shame
And writhe in pain
A whole heart carved out
By sharp knives
Into illegible font
Etched on cheap paper
Verses scream stories
At the molten face
Even sealed lips fail
To halt the flow
Of a bleeding love
Ink and parchment
Compose an ironic eulogy
To the life that was
Betrayed by its master
Ambrosia it seemed
Until partaken of
Such scheming hope
The letter a testimony
Surrendering to red logs
That feed the blaze
In an empty house
Remains of love
Lay charred beyond recognition
As the poor thing chokes
And burns to ashes
Taking truth with it
No one need ever know
About the gift
Of mind, heart, and soul
Returned without a note

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A Promise to Myself

Is the morning numb, or is it just me,
Simply lost in a mist of melancholy,
Beneath a canopy of “I understand”

Must I grin and meet my day? Yes, but
I know the truth for what it is, I am
Missing your music in my ears, already

Silence clasps my palms for a while,
A lil’ apologetic, for having to fill in
For someone that took words away

You gave me a hug of promises plenty
A tender kiss that said so much, so soon
I stood there waving at you, and then

The tears that waited so far, patient,
Slipped down, and I wiped every trace
Of overwhelming and blinding fright

My lips sealed themselves shut, lest I
Should do the stupid thing, and scream
That I just cannot stay away, OH NO!

I tell myself instead, a day will come
When this emptiness gives up on me
To make way, for your homecoming

And then I will show them all, I will,
These lingering sighs and everyone
That their time is up, loud and clear

That you are mine, and you are here
That we were in love, and we still are
Until then, dear, I promise, I will wait

Promise

What Really Matters

It was an ordinary, tired afternoon
The clouds had stopped moving
Not a bird willing to croon
Nothing at all was happening
And we simply lay indoors
Limbs lazing on a worn-out sofa
Undisturbed by thoughts,
Sounds, time in general
In a place we only shared
With the humdrums essential
Ear buds, couple o’ books, a soda
Random crumbs uneaten
Nothing to post online even

All that seemed slightly alive
On that day, at a quarter to five
Was an old movie we loaded to VLC
Small talk, laughter, very easy
On the eye, ear, mind, soul
Nothing going out of control
We lay there just watching
As, in the most routine setting
The characters grew appealing
The girl picked up her old guitar
With a song she wrote for him
Him who would be gone so far
Only, he wouldn’t, after this!
Love wasn’t something one would miss
The way he sat, under spell of melody
Was exactly how we too sat, to see
Absorbing with ear, eye, and soul
Truth about what makes one feel whole

Simple things of the everyday
Stuff we do, words we may not say
Not the rigmarole of fancy dinners
But little moments that emerge winners
The laughter over a private joke
A silly love letter one once wrote
The grunts of acknowledgments
Nods of disapproval
The pretend-nothing-happened times
The we’re-in-this-together times
Walks to cherish, and homecomings
Doing nothing on long evenings
Just a touch that conveys so much
Confessions, intimacy, holding hands
Dreams fickle as castles in sands
Things to recall in later years
Stuff that may move one to tears

In fact, sitting there, that hot afternoon
Just when we thought nothing was happening
We stumbled upon to find the surprising
Basic, unchanging truth of life
The meaning of heartbeat, being alive
That without the glory of royalty
How precious life still can be!
With the ones we love in our world
So don’t let the obvious go unheard
This is the one thing that really matters
Without some kind of love, life is in tatters.

And just like that, we snuggled closer.
The afternoon was ordinary no longer.

Simple Things

A Call to Hope

Lone swinging lantern
In my heart’s dungeon
I need your presence
To dispel the darkness
Of despairing thought
This is not what I sought
Spread your warm rays
Help me save face

I beseech in humility
Life laughs at my frailty
I am too weak to stand tall
In fact, to stand at all
I bow to your powers
For nothing else remains
I have not one rescuer
Matching your stature

If you heed this call
I might still survive
Only you can revive
My bent, resigned spirit
Give me but one hint
And I know I will thrive

There has to be a reason
For this state of affairs
I am tried for treason
Yes, I did betray my heart
Stupid logic played its part
Is this what was in store?
Such a clean dismissal
Why a judgment so cruel?
I am not what I was before

My heart can have its way
And I promise not to stray
From paths it recommends
Even if it makes no sense
It does know what I need
Even if in my greed
I went for what I want
This is here to haunt
And ruin my sanity, unless
You with your purity
Choose to intervene
And this I really mean

I take a vow, to never bow
To mind against the soul
Respect shall be my role
Come forth, bring clarity
Save me from self-pity
Touch and heal my injury
Pull me out of penury
In this moment of torment
No one else I want near
But you, hope, my saviour
Come please, I need you here

Hope

A Little Love Won’t Hurt

I have a hive of thoughts inside my head,
Hazy with all the signs I think I read,
I see him standing over there by the light,
Staring through me (or at me?)
He could beat the stars at shining bright!

I should maybe pinch myself a little bit
If life is a sweet song, he just wrote it
I find him standing tall and so handsome,
Smiling at me from afar,
Oh hold my hand just take me home!

They say you just need to give love a chance to work
The way I’m feeling now, I think it likely wouldn’t hurt

I think I’m not my same old self tonight
I think the earth has vanished out of sight
I fancy him standing macho by my side
In my dream I’ve gotten so far
He’s my man and I’m his blushing bride!

We both are walking down the road, quietly
Our silences beg to differ; they’re speaking loudly
I wonder how much my soul is set to change
Trust Cupid has raised the bar
He stepped into my world and had it rearranged!

They say you just need to give love a chance to work
The way I’m feeling now, I say it surely wouldn’t hurt
Oh I must’ve got a songbird in my heart
And my sanity is pulling its hair apart!
If he just feels the way I do and says he’ll be mine
I might cuddle up forever on cloud number nine!

Sweet love

The Honeyed Trap

Unseen tears
Unheard fears
Battered and bent
A withered tree she appears

Afraid to breathe
Afraid to speak
Screaming hoarse for
A horizon that looks bleak

He smothers
He overpowers
She wants to die
A fate like that isn’t hers

Her hidden hurt
Soul ripped apart
Reduced to questions
What now is life worth?

Beating her head
Crying in bed
She wants to run
But she’s chained instead

His low voice
That once enticed
Announces doom
Dismissal of her rights

He hisses
Then kisses
She is scared to react
He’s burned all bridges

He sees no harm
Thinks he has charm
With the rage inside
Thinks he keeps her warm

The world adores him
With them he’s a gem
Returning to the house
Her situation turns grim

She forgave his affairs
He put on more airs
She thought of his promises
Looks like no one cares

Is this the love?
She asks of above
‘Cause pain is all she gets
As a trusting little dove

She is confused
A little amused
At how she dreamt big
And how they were defused

Can she flee?
Set herself free?
Or is this honeyed trap
Where she’s meant to be?

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