Blog Archives

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

love

Grandma, did you have to go?

How I loved resting my burdened head
In the harmless cocoon of your lap
You watched over me quietly as I slept
Just guarding the serenity of my nap
Oh grandma, did you have to go?

How you waited calmly on the porch
Not one reprimand, no phone call
No reminder that I was carelessly late
Yet, your anxious eyes would say it all
Oh grandma, did you have to go?

After evaluating my crumb-littered plate
You frowned that I wasn’t eating enough
I rubbed my belly and pleaded for mercy
You piled more helpings of sumptuous stuff
Oh grandma, did you have to go?

You had such a vast repertoire of stories
Picking one of those each night to tell me
Even if you retold one, it still felt new
Uniquely laced with wonder, terror, glee
Oh grandma, did you have to go?

Your weathered palms were most kind
I can’t even describe the way I would feel
Even if the world collapsed around me
Gentle palms would soothe and heal
Oh grandma, did you have to go?

Bereft of your beaming toothless smile
Feathery frame that I could twirl around
Deprived of the words to make my day
I want to be swallowed by the ground.
Oh grandma, did you have to go?

Yes, it must sound real selfish of me
Demanding that you stay here forever
When you probably had more kids to meet
Shower on them the light of your star
And yet grandma, did you have to go?

Grandma

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

Park Bench

Come and sit with me
On our park bench
We can laugh together
Watch the hills with each other
Nobody for miles
Only the sun, the breeze, and us
Silence in such a place
Will still feel good
Carve, with fingertips
Our names into the wood
Let us claim it together
So comforting
This old park bench
Let the world pass us by
There is no rush
We have nowhere to be
This spot has set us free
It has seen things
Heard the thoughts of many
Young, old, they all come
And whisper their secrets
Into this park bench
And so shall we
Listen to the woods
Birds, and dogs in the distance
Fellow bench warmer,
Let us be star gazers
Rule breakers
Happy lovers
Or simply
Best friends
On this glorious day
In this beautiful garden
Come and sit with me
On our park bench

Park Bench

Bring Back the Days

Bring back the days
When every stolen kiss
Was a secret exchanged between our lips
Every soft touch
An assurance that you were there for me
Every goodbye
But a promise that you would rush home to me
And each step you took
Would bring you even closer to me
When every leaf and flower
Was an excuse to thank life for wonders

Bring back the days
When we danced all night
To passionate tunes in our hearts
When we laughed together
At private jokes none could understand
When we thought aloud
At once and the words were the same
When every bit of silence
Was our toast to sweet nothings
When holding my hand
Was most natural for you to do

Oh bring back the days
For I miss them really bad
Don’t you understand?
You were the one treasure I had
The sole reason I could be glad
I miss you real bad
Bring back the days, please
Bring them back to me
Before my voice dies out
Hear me, please
Bring back the days

If they were meant to be mine alone
Bring them back to me

Cry

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

What is Love?

Love in my world
Never a bait
Never a titbit
Handed out to a child
In return for compliance
Never a deed
Never a contract
Handed out to a client
With terms and conditions
Never a prize
Never the applause
Awarded to a performer
For dancing to one’s tunes

What is love?
Unbridled affection
Unmatched inspiration
Ceaseless devotion
Or so I define it
In my precious world
My little dictionary
But the world has changed
It is all commotion
Self-commoditization
Materialism’s promotion
My values archaic
My heart throwaway
My love written off
It’s a trading game

Of far more value
As I discovered, are
Compromise, acceptance
Exchanges and agreements
It is a sea of tentatives
Superficial promises
Impatient scenarios
Dizzying edits, and
Ego-massage demands
Everyone looking for
Returns on investment
I have the option to stay
Or walk out if I may
No binding threads
No bonded soul
Holding me close
It shocks me, it does
That love is no magic
In today’s times
And to this manic,
Unbelievable world
I doubt I belong!

For you have all of me

Like warm honey down a sore throat
Like in bleary winter getting a fur coat
You save me with your presence, and
I can’t seem to do without you
You have the power to dull any ache
Stay that way if you can for my sake

For I give you all of me
That is how it will be

Take care, would you?
For I cannot settle for
Small portions of you
I too need all of you.

Like a love sonnet Shakespeare wrote
Like chancing on an old friend’s note
You soothe me with your spirit, and
I can’t seem to heal without you
You have the power of the divine
Shine my way and gift me sunshine

For I give you all of me
That is how it will be

Take care, would you?
For I need to be told
That nothing’s unfair,
I too have all of you.

I have given myself away to you, walked down the aisle
Your name is on my heart and soul
And it’s only just that you do the same too, pretty please!

For I give you all of me
That is how it will be

So take care, would you?
For I deserve to be held
Told again and again
I will always have all of you.

heartinhand

I Once Slept in Heaven

I slept in heaven
And dreamed
Of us, lips locked
Romancing wild
Urgent whispers
Blazing passion
Unlike what
Any other duo
In love had ever
Known, or so
It seemed, until
It crept on me
Throwing me
Right off guard
Off balance
Upside down
I was hung, with
My whole world.

Not sure if I
Heard you right
That things end
Tonight, that
We are done
Tonight, that
I better get out
Of sight. Well,
Who was I kidding?
Dreams were but
A refuge, where
I escaped to,
Shutting you out
Yes, both of you
For ‘she’ exists.

Perfection was
How I defined ‘us’
The way everyone
Recognized ‘us’
In ignorant bliss
I sat in your lap
On my ‘throne’
While she ruled
Your bleeding heart
I had titles once
‘Darling, my dear
Oh cute little lover’
Boy, how I pranced,
Childish joys, and
Kept on bragging
My man, unaware
Of developments
All around me.

Fine print, damn
Always unread
Until the moment
They point it out
In this case, you.
You read it out.
I repeat after you
All the reasons
I am to blame
For you failing
On your promises.
‘You are paranoid,
You have trust issues,
You are emotional,
Vulnerable, lost.’
If I had no cause
For complaint, ever,
Pray tell me why
You have that
Look in your eye?!

I signed up for love
Crazy, pure love
Unashamed love
But just ‘our’ love
Not unexpected,
Outside love.
Not ‘her’, no.
I fell for you
Prayed for you
Lived for you
And now you
Want me to
Die too, for you.
Of course you
Won’t say it loud
But I can hear it
Clear alright, that
I wasn’t thrown out
Just brushed aside
Gently, slowly, as
I slept in heaven
And dreamed. Well,
I won’t, anymore.

Heart-hearts-26537377-497-367

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

Poetic Spoken Words

Welcome to my little corner where I think out loud.

Poesy plus Polemics

Words of Wonder, Worry and Whimsy

Put On Your Happy Face

Liberté, beauté, anxieté...

Peregrinating The Isle Of Life

Journaling My Eclectic Thoughts

chyfrin

the Celtic Poet

forgetmenot117

I think my site name says it all...

Elusive Mummers

who get lost between sighs and restless nights.

street of trees

Travel tales, photography, music, and the occasional haiku

The Whispering Pen

Freelance writing, editing and proofreading services.

Literary Fuzz

The book blog of Jordan Reynolds

Nas With Notepads

Nas. Notepads. No questions asked.

chocolatenchaturangas.wordpress.com/

Open your heart. Accept what comes. Remember to breathe.

Gotta Find a Home

Conversations with Street People

%d bloggers like this: