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A Father Mourns

My baby, daddy misses you
It is crazily lonely here
I swim in a big bad dream

Nothing I have to hold on to
My little finger hangs abandoned
By your sweet little fingers

My voice is hoarse of late
Your cradle being empty
Haven’t sung a lullaby, since

Where is the chirping bird?
I see nothing as pure as you
That glow in your pink cheeks

It is cold by day and by night
Come kiss my old beard
And hug me, hug me really tight

Summer’s pretty flowers wilted
I cared not a little bit, because
None of them can grace your hair

Reprimand me sometimes, please
For my drunken breath, with
Your adorable, wrinkling nose

I want to sleep, tired I am
But my chin won’t rest at all
So used to your tender curls

The child in me has vanished
With the light that left your eyes
Peace is nowhere in sight

I wished to catch the snowflakes
Just for you my dear, this winter
Delighting in your merry squeals

But here I find myself so numb
So hopeless, kneeling down
Brushing ice off your poor grave…

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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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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

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.

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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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