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The Gift

I press the flowers to my thudding heart
Red they are, like the blood in my veins
Drinking in deeply the fresh scented air
So silver it is, the moonbeam that shines

Look beyond the walls, I whisper to myself
Relish the blue hue sprawled across the night
Velvety trees seem to show off their leaves
Behold Nature, spring in her step, stars bright

It has always been this way, time standing still
The days are golden, sunlight sweeping the sky
They admit that I can bend all colors to my will
A power bestowed upon me; I am not sure why

Dreams find me in every waking moment
I paint the world in a way no one can try
I see what they miss, my eyes are so intent
They own some riches that money can’t buy

He finds his birthday girl thus, again bowled
My frozen fingers grazing a thick black curl
Hold on, I am now feeling a tight blindfold
‘You just wait dear, a surprise will soon unfurl’

For it is time to see this special day’s presents
Me first, me first, mom and dad are screaming
As they stand nearby, my crazy loving parents
The matter’s settled soon, and they are beaming

I sense in excitement that I’m oddly going cold
Oh this aura of mystery is such sweet torment
I wait as the cool cloth gives way, fold by fold
How he takes his own time, gentle and patient

The coolly ticking seconds seem like ages, I think
Voila, it feels so good to break free of soft shell
Sweet lord! I see the world firsthand, gasp and blink
And why our tears are all spilling, I just can’t tell…

The Phoenix

Amidst the ruins of a soot-coated soul
A fledgling Phoenix now tests its wings
What yielded to the ravages of dismay
Resurrects itself again for the game

It spits out the ashes and clears its throat
Thumping its chest in a triumphant cry
Nay, Destiny, stand not and titter at me
Share my wings and we shall fly high

The fruit of life is ripe for the picking
Crane your neck and look heavenwards
While resigned sighs have all burned out
Hope still shines bright among stars

When deprived of love, love some more
When worry comes knocking, hand it a cup of tea
If time stamps its feet, teach it patience
And train your tears to flow in joy

That ancient despair stands not a chance
If you head home, Spirit, to waiting arms
Duties are lining out there for us to do
Let us arise and give the world our best

It’s been long since we put on a good show
Aloud cries the Phoenix, rearing to go

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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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The Diary in the Attic

Within a pile of pages
Lies hidden, forgotten,
The story of my life
My best and worst years
Truths, hopes, fears
The ones who knew it are gone
But they only saw parts of it
Never the full picture
I forget why I wrote
Perhaps, in confession
Maybe I went unheard for long
Or was scared to share myself
Yes, I was hard to understand
But I found it harder to talk
I was, probably
Too deep to bother digging
Too twisted to unravel
I gave up trying to connect
And they gave up on me
Too soon, and that hurt
I withered away in misery
Anyway, I wrote
At length, for someday
Someone else might
Sneak up to an attic to hide
And find in me a friend
My words a solace
My experiences a lesson
For I have things to say
About what I never did
But should have, could have
To survive and thrive
I could be a confidante
I think I will be, soon
Footsteps like thunder
A teenager in agony
Barges into dusty emptiness
Restless, furious, hurt
And thankfully, alone
I was her, once, but
She must not become me
A master hand waves
And my book falls open
It’s time to start.

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Flight Mode

Taking off into Stratosphere
Free from turbulence
My airplane soars
I have banished interference

Taking control in my hands
Free from cacophony
My airplane soars
I have a delightful epiphany

Flight mode
I’m on flight mode
I have tuned out the noise
Severed my earthly ties

Tension, expectation, suffocation
I have switched off the commotion
And set myself free

Taking a joyride in the clouds
Long overdue
My airplane roars
In a sea of soothing blue

Taking pride in the rhythm
An engine testing heights
My airplane roars
I have found new sights

Flight mode
I’m on flight mode
I have tuned out the noise
Severed my earthly ties

Deception, dejection, explanation
I have abandoned civilization
And set myself free

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No Apologies

Love the way you love yourself
No apologies
You know you have it
Magic
Cast your spells
Just by walking past

Love the way you walk
Talk, without saying a word
Saying things to me I can’t believe
I imagined or heard

You are the kind of mystery
I can never make sense of
I am happy to float on my cloud
While you laugh it off

Love the way you love yourself
No apologies
You know you have it
Enigma
Charm my heart
Just by walking past

Love the way you stand
Quiet, in a world of your own
Reigning over a kingdom
I have never known

You are the kind of prize
I dream of winning
I am going to earn you
Or I will die, trying

Love the way you love yourself
No apologies
You know you have it
My soul
You claimed it
Just by walking past

Love

“Why?”
He stopped pacing and looked at her as if she’d just asked him to count every leaf on every tree in the Old Place. “Because… you’re you.” ― Anne Bishop

P.S. Song recommendation. Sia – Salted Wound

The Old Man’s Advice

I feel your eyes on me
My wrinkled skin
My walking stick
My bent back
My silver hair
Let them not fool you
Into thinking I’m just an old man
Lonely and lost, waiting to die
Wondering how life went by
Blabbering away to himself
About the ravages of time
Uncertain of the future, unsure of the past
You may be guessing how long I’ll last
Even I do that, to amuse myself at times
When I’m not teaching my grandkids their rhymes
But trust me when I tell you
Kid, I’ve had the best times
A missus whom I loved
God, she loved me back!
Smart children I raised
For that I always felt blessed!
Grew up with siblings in a happy home
And now they won’t leave me alone!
I breathed the fresh air of those days
Got by very well without the rat race
Never ever did a thing to lose face
Oh yes, I’m in a happy place
So don’t be fooled by the shrivelled exterior
I for sure won’t be dying poor
Kid, take a leaf from my old book
It is at yourself you ought to look
Run along, and fare thee well
Go write a story you’ll be proud to tell

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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

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Wanderlust

Blistering feet
Sunburnt skin
Stinging eyes
Chapped lips
They will all be healed
Once you drink from the spring
Of wanderlust

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