|I try and put into words, the emotions which people find hard to express. Every poem has a backstory :)|
It's a beautiful day,
The sun shining down.
A careless breeze flows effortlessly
No warning of the apocalypse to come.
Suddenly the news flashes by
Warning of the impending doom
They warn of a hurricane coming in
Asking people to buckle up or leave town
The panic sets in
Faster than my pacing heart.
To run or to stand my ground
Is all I can think about
Then the moment appears
The wind shrieks like a banshee's wail
As if forewarning everyone
That their reckoning day is near.
The rain starts fallng down
As the waters slowly rise
Will it hold or will it not
Are the thoughts going through everyone's minds
You slowly think back about your life
You wonder if you did enough
She feels what she writes
Writes what she feels
These characters on a sheet of paper
Give her life a special meaning
Her youth shines out brightly
Hiding the old soul inside
She dies a little everyday
To live upto the hopes of those close to her heart.
The words that she writes
They tell no white lies
Pure as crystal, they convey the pain
That she hides deep inside
This is why she writes
Writes what she feels
Since the words hold no expectations
And give her life a special meaning
The demons in his head,
Never made a sound.
All they did was move their arms,
Even the deaf have their silent demons.
The perfectness of her imperfections,
Bestowed upon her a radiant luminous beauty,
Just like the watery pearls,
That frequently adorned her eyes.
He was unsure which was more scary;
The nightmares he had every night while he slept,
Or the reality he woke up to every morning.
"What is happiness?"
Wondered the blue eyed boy.
He searched near and far to find it
But he never found it all.
He Googled for answers,
Asked his family and friends,
He asked countless people
Always drawing a blank.
Everywhere he saw,
He saw it's beautiful traces.
Upon the child's face, the old man's laughter
The couple on the street fighting with each other.
He never found what he was looking for.
And still continues searching to this day
In a vibrant world filled with happy people
He felt like a wooden puppet, in a play.
Going through the usual motions,
Just to be done with them,
In a life filled with color,
All he could see was monochrome.
She looked up at the heavens
And wondered why
God turned her religious mother insane
God stepped between her God fearing love and her.
God involved himself so much in her mundane life.
If He was so great,
Why did He pick upon her for attention?
The atheist in her hated religion.
The realist gathered up the pieces
And carried on with her life.
She was like a hidden pond.
Calm. Serene. Inviting.
Only when you stepped in
Would you realise how deep it was,
And how out of depth you were.
He was like quicksand.
A perfectly normal piece of ground
Which suddenly caved in,
And tried to take you down with it.
This story lies incomplete.
Even though they completed each other,
In ways which can't be worded out,
Fate, the puppeteer of their lives,
Had other grandiose plans for them.
I reached out to touch
Her heart completely unaware
She's a venus flytrap.
Don't leave things untried.
Cause rejection is better,
Than countless what-ifs.
I loved my neighbours
I loved my friends
I loved everyone I knew
Except for myself
Always struggling to find
A place I could call mine
Where I would fit in
Like the misshapen pieces of a jigsaw board
Fight your demons they said
Don't give up till you exert your dominance
This never ending battle takes its own toll
All for what my mind asks, under attack again
She wanted to be loved and cared for.
She wanted to be saved.
Yet everyone she trusted
Hurt her more instead.
They fell in love with her smile
They fell in love with her body
But no one could soothe and fill
The emptiness she hid from everybody
She got tired of trusting
And gave up hope
Of finding someone who would love her the most
Till in the darkest night
She learnt how to love and care for herself
And she was never lonely again.
She was like a pendulum.
Always swinging between yearning for solitude and trying to get over her loneliness.
Physical intimacy is slowly getting easier to find, while finding emotional intimacy is slowly turning so much more harder.
How do people find it easier to drop their clothes rather than the masks they wear?
The demons within him
Kept him up more often than not
While he tried in vain to win a losing fight
Till the full moon exorcised them
But he knew the fight was never really over
The demons are never completely gone
When the new moon rises
So do the demons inside his mind
A never ending cycle.
His earphones were always plugged in.
Music playing, even when he slept
Because he couldn't bear the sound of his own loneliness.
She was always busy.
Finding things to do even when they were none,
Always running away from the thoughts in her mind.
They were in and out of love,
Together yet still so alone
Each of them finding nothingness
Everytime they longed for love.
Why do we yearn for love
Without knowing how to love ourselves.
This script has played over so many times beforehand.
Death, the big equaliser,
Yet people who yearn for it, can never die.
And people who don't deserve it, die early deaths.
When I was younger,
I thought life was always black or white.
It's as I grow older with each passing year,
That the different shades of grey have revealed themselves to me.
Always a smile on on her lips
A skip in her steps
She is a little bundle of happiness
Spreading joy wherever she went
She illuminates the darkness
Of wandering lost souls
She heals those who are broken
With the gentleness of a full moon
French fries and ice-creams
She never asks for a lot
Down to earth and thoughtful
She understands people better than their mothers ever could.
Every now and then she slips
And shows her human side
The scars and bruises
That she hides inside
She's the girl with the comforting smile
You have to be blessed
To have someone like her by your side
As the sun seeped in through my window
One ray of light at a time
Signalling the start of a new day
With fresh hope in my mind
I heard her sing for the first time
Those crystal clear tones
Ringing clear and spreading joy
Whereever it touched
She sang of a new day
Her tones falling oh so high and low
That made my heart climb the highest peaks
And dive to the lowest canyons
She sang everyday, the same song
Till the rays of the sun weren't as strong
Everyday the bulbul chirped away
Making the earth around her a little livelier each day.
What do you see, when you look into the mirror,
Do you see the tired eyes and silent agony?
Or the joy and youthfulness still alive,
Fighting to create memories out of dreams
Do the demons play peek a boo?
Or does your guardian angel reign supreme?
Are you happy and satisfied with what you see?
Or does the soul look back at you with longing of what you could have been.
If you look into the mirror,
Tell me what you see.
If you suddenly had an unlimited credit from a bank, what would you do differently in your life?
Yes we all have those dreams of grand holidays to exotic locations, owning the fanciest things, but would those things really matter as much if money wasn't an issue?
As humans in the 21st century, we have let our lives be defined by money, and materialistic things. But is money really that important in our lives if our basic necessities were taken care of? Isn't it more important to grow our relationships and memories rather than our bank accounts?
What would you do if you had unlimited credit?
Growth and goals
She said is for what she yearns
While deep inside her hollowed soul
She lies confused and alone
Her dreams keep getting trampled
By the weight of expectations
What will they think of me
Became more important than her lifelong dreams
She tries to cut away
The arms that hold her safe
As she digs herself deeper
Into the murky pit of self doubts
One day she will find her way
To reach the place she was meant to be
She will fight the odds and succeed
But will she still be the same old she?
Do you know the difference between like and love?
Do you look back on your life and wonder who lost because of the above?
How do you draw the line between lucid dreams and reality?
Is it your heart or head that you truly believe in?
Her thighs were too fat,
Her hair never on the fleek,
Oh, what she would give
To have the body of her dreams.
While all she had to do,
Was look at herself through his eyes.
PHOTO CHALLENGE #40
Just like the others around,
He was locked onto his ambitions.
Wealth and success are what called out to him.
Amidst all the selfsame ambitious dreams,
She locked on to him, like an anomaly.
Love, peace and tranquillity is all she ever wished for.
Sometimes different is exactly what the world needs.
PHOTO CHALLENGE #39
Her heart had more holes
Than the fishnet stockings she wore.
Each missing piece, a precious gift given freely,
To create memories with people she treasured.
In the end it wasn't the black dress
That made her look so beautiful,
But her actions which radiated louder than her beauty.
She's made up of a million pieces
Each delicately entwined.
Each piece made up of a memory,
Delicately colored with a feeling that she keeps enshrined.
The world is alive to her,
It speaks to her through feelings
She's an unrivalled nurturer
Decoding people's complicated feelings into simple meanings.
She's calm as a sea, on the surface
With an unmapped depth within,
Though she changes into typhoons
Complete with the fury every now and then.
No one understands your pain like her
She's ever present with a shoulder to cry on
Or the softest and safest of hugs.
Just when you need it the most
She's the queen of feelings
She's one of a kind
She's a moon child
She's an ethereal gem.