JANUARY VERSES

RUEFUL

Dearest,

All those days,

I let you tread over me and gave you a place to stand,

and you with your untrained, weak bladder dog,

your clumsiness,

your laziness,

your unwashed clothes,

your dirty shoes and smelly feet,

stepped on my trust.

I hope you get pricked by the scraps of food,

bleed out with a paper cut

and stumble on my torn out, roughened edges

and I get to smother and roll up your inanimate, dead body

to it's rightful place.

Ruefully yours.

...............

I REMEMBER (DREAMS)

I remember

spending hours up on the roof on winter nights,

the cold of the floor seeping up my spine

like melting ice through my aching pores

as my bare hands traced lines and curves on the moon's surface,

and I counted one by one

the infinite number of possibilities

each star held for me.

The World had never felt any smaller.

I remember 

the first time I held a cigarette between my lips,

the silent scream of my lungs gasping for air,

the feel of the fiery pits of Hell in my tongue,

ashes like gunpowder

and the smoke rising, diffusing,

moulding into shapes like it were the calm spring clouds,

forming art.

Dying had never seemed more beautiful.

I remember

the constant scribbling of pens,

the endless chaotic noise inside my head

of thoughts clashing, clamouring,

crying like the wind through the hollow of the trees,

words flowing out the veins

like the twisting, tumultous sea,

carving life into poetry and metaphors and similes.

Life had never been more peaceful.

I remember

wanting to belong,

belong between the towering shelves of books

stacked neatly like the suitcase of a frequently travelling OCD patient,

the rusty smell of old books and new books,

the feel of the hard paperback and the leathery files,

the soft ruffling of pages,

the monotone ticktock of the grandfather clock

synchronized with my heartbeat

as I sought in once more in letters and words and between the lines

the stars, the moon,

the feel of life and death,

of chaos and peace,

one more place to belong,

one more reason to wake up everyday,

wanting,

hoping,

dreaming.

LOVE HER LIKE

Love her like

She's the raging sea,

Unrestrained and dark and deep.

And you crave her touch

Through aching pores

As you slowly drown in sleep.

Love her like

She's the tender storm,

A lovely shade of grey.

Like with every whiff

Of breath she takes,

She's taking yours away.

Love her like

She's the silent clouds

With calmness floating by.

Like you'd want to make

Sweet love to her

Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.

Love her like

She's the blazing fire,

And you lust the candied pain.

Like she's the disease

That swallowed you whole

And you'd like to die again.

When her gentle touch

Makes your chest explode,

And your addiction is your girl.

Promise you'll love her

Through hell and back,

Or don't you dare love her at all.

SEPTEMBER SERVINGS

THE BEAUTY OF A WOMAN

The beauty of a woman

is in the poems she wrote,

the dreams she's weaved,

and all the stories she's told.

The beauty of a woman

is in the adventures she's taken,

the lives she's touched

and all the minds she's awakened.

The beauty of a woman

is in the caring she gives,

the sincerity in her laughter,

and the passion in her griefs.

It's not the expensive clothes she owns,

her body size, the diamonds she's worn.

Measure not the beauty of woman in gold,

for the beauty of a woman is reflected in her soul.

..........

ECHOES OF SILENCE

Shattered china on the floor,

lots of slamming of the door.

You grab my hair, I break apart.

I shoot an arrow through your heart.

You pin my body on the wall,

my knees give up, you break my fall.

We hit each other where hurts the most,

I am your demon, you are my ghost.

We grip and pull and scratch and cry,

I love you boy, but that's a lie.

You smoke the pain and burn my skin,

we forget the hurt and again begin.

We've carved the wounds, we've done the harms,

you embrace me in your tired arms.

Though hopeless love, we've made the choice.

At last we seek each other's voice.

In the Echoes of Silence.

..........

PART OF YOU

I'm afraid

that one of these days,

the last petal will fall

and the wind will carry away

the sweetness of your laughter,

the softness of your kiss

and the fondness of our memories.

I'm afraid

that one of these days,

you'll forget me

and just like that,

I'll cease to exist.

..........

REBIRTH

Meet me at the horizon

where the sky meets the earth.

Two bodies burning with the sun,

One eternal love rebirth.

AUGUST SERVINGS

WE WILL FLY

We are standing on the edge,

with nothingness till far below.

But don't you fear,

my dear.

Hold my hand tight,

take a deep breath,

lit that soul on fire.

and take a leap.

Because people,

we will fly.

..........

MY WORLD

Some days,

you mean the world to me,

I don't lie.

Some days,

I see the world in your eyes.

Some days,

you are my world.

..........

I'LL BE GONE

One of these days,

like the dewdrop on a sunny day,

like a shimmer in a moonlight ray,

like our love that has been fading away,

I'll be gone,

forever.

..........

LOVE STORY

As I turned the last page,

I found myself broken

for it was time to bid goodbye

to our love story.

You saw the emptiness in my eyes,

and wrote another book.

..........

HER

For her, love was a lot of things,

his hair, his eyes,

his smile, his voice,

his breath, his touch..

For him, love was but one thing.

HER.

..........

A GAME

"Here is my heart and soul," she said.

Out on the cold table she laid

her all. He whispered, "I'll place your needs above

all mine." Little did she know he lied.

He played a little and tossed it aside.

Yet somehow, she still believes in love.

JUNE SERVINGS

BROKEN HOME

Ours is just a house.

The walls are only walls,

the beds only mediocre carpentry pieces,

the doors only blocks of wood,

the roof only physical shelter from sun and rain,

the floors only shattered foundation,

and the rooms,

only empty spaces.

..........

BLACK AND WHITE

A little darkness, a little light.

A little sorrow, a smile so bright.

Life is just so,

Black and White.

Life is just so,

Black and White.

..........

THE DYING HERO

He fell before his time

with a thud.

A loud thud.

Someone screams.

They gasp,

unable to speak,

unable to react.

Commotion.

Expressions of horror,

sorrow,

pity,

pain.

The wind blew silently.

Moments froze.

Somewhere that seemed miles away,

they see a twitch.

a quiver of hand.

A brave soldier of life,

our unsung hero,

claimed before time.

His heart stopped.

Their hearts stopped.

And then with the last drop of tear shed,

Poof!!!

Another beautiful soul

disappears into thin air.