POISON

He said-“Drink!”
So I drank the thick syrup he gave
At first it was sweet but slowly it turned bitter
But I did not mind
Because my love for him was insanely blind

Every day he brought that drink with him
Garnished with his charming smile
His smile by dusk turned into a miscreant one
Filling the night with my shrill cries

By dawn he’d say I’m his kryptonite;
Overly exaggerated affection, disguised neatly
Laced lies and promises as hollow as god’s O
Would play in his favor every time

Slowly, subtly he poisoned my spirit
At first with the thick sweet richness
Of his seductive voice which
Turned into a sadistic hungry howl by twilight

I surrendered myself to his evil ways
As the disparaging grew stronger each day
I found myself in a cage whose key
I myself had smashed far away

Like a slave I served my master
And like a leech he bled me dry
Now nothing is left of me
I’m just another shadow that
Wanders under the open sky

Celestial Love

My darling you do know right?

That I love you in spite of every ‘in spite’

And forever would love you this way

I know you’d wonder-Why did I leave then?

Well sweetheart, have you ever seen

The sun and the moon together?

We always believed that I

was your apple sauce

And you my pork chop

Either went missing

The delight shall remain incomplete

But love, you do know it hit both of us

How weak was the foundation of this structure

Infallibility is not something each

Relationship can afford

With which I perfectly agree

But only if it were for errors committed

Honestly in love

This moon would have defied

The force of gravity to reach his sun

Even when it meant burning his identity

My ashes would also have

Whispered your name girl

If only our attempts had been honest

Just for once

For the eyes drifting upwards

Did see us together at times

But hon, never were we intertwined 

If only our apologies had some substance

If only our love were more than just pleasure

If only it were based on truth rather than fraudulence

If only we had recognized OUR relevance

I’ll not waste much of your precious time

End I shall this sorrowful ballad

With these final parting lines-

“That every night this moon re-lives

The vivid memory of

The light radiated from his sun

That helps him hide the bruises, ugly scars

Dark holes in his soul from

The world’s gaze

Shining brightly every crepuscule

Following a similar phenomenon

As that of the celestial sun- giving its light

From millions of miles away to its celestial moon

The distance in no way affects the connection they share

Cupcake, we both know that the moon

Will never have light of its own

 It is the sun that will forever be the source

And the miles will forever exist

And must be maintained

To prevent the breaking of hearts beyond repair

Prevention is a necessity

Since the sound of such an apocalypse

Might remain unheard

Receiving none's attention and solace

For sound does not travel in space”

 

Words

Sometimes when you read a verse
The words hit your soul hard
They make you wonder all night
“How can someone fabricate such a piece of art?”

The feeling each syllable holds
Gets carved into your heart
Words inspiring you to weave some of your own
Which might cause the ordinary populace to feel your warmth

With excitement flooding
You pick the quill only to wonder
Would your quill succeed in
Re-creating the magic
You recently witnessed?

You drop the quill
Not because of self-doubt
But because you just know
That some magic tricks only belong
With svelte magicians
And sometimes you yield sweet joy
In being touched by others
Just witnessing greatness…

Pessimism

A pit that will drown you is Pessimism

Those with glass houses occupying 10,000 acres

Of land are often found saying

A pit that is self-immolating

It can kill; make you struggle hard for breath

That is what Duncan, my next door neighbor

A life coach preaches

But for me it is the reality

The only thing seeming right in

This world quite wrong

Sanguinity might be beautiful but is unrealistic

Vineyards with grapes ripened and juicy

Mock my very existence, reminding me of

Felicity that I could possibly not conquer

Prima donnas , dressed like Monroe

Riding in their Porsche

Who prefer Sinatra’s ‘Fly me to the Moon’

Over ‘Only the Lonely’

Who speak of happiness and all things optimistic

When their souls are broken beyond repair

Contained with mercenary that wise don’t own

Hypocrisy flows through their demeanor (odium intended)

I for one cannot be colored

When my existence reminds only of blackness

If the touch of sunlight on my bare arms

Does not give me peace

Why should I pretend to be serene?

Why should I hide these dark

And morbid thoughts that turn into ink

Filling pages and pages

Covering the pages with fancy prose

Following inappropriate juxtaposition

Jeopardy it is as a few ignorant scholars

Tend to overlook these pages

Pages tattered like my soul

Highly contentious these words are considered

By those whose wisdom is shallow

Silence succumbs, making me

Wonder how terribly might speech

Sabotage their paradigm image

But these fancy unstitched stanzas

Sometimes free sometimes blank poetry

Unpolished proses bear the harsh truth

That this heart holds 

You are who you believe yourself to be

so don't think ill of yourself

think positive and things would

fall perfectly in place.....

follow your dreams, they know the way