Sunday, February 21, 2016


It started off with a spark; gradually it was a flame,
Raging like a forest fire, tearing apart everything in its path,
Flames emanating from everywhere, we resembled dragons,
Our eyes could wound, and your words could make me bleed,
It was from the heart, just not passion, not the right red,
Our shields remained where they were,
Though we said we had them down, paranoia,
A past to hide over an uncertain future, all spoiling the present,
Our hands slipped into each other fluidly,
It was all like a dream till I felt my scars tingle,
New scratches opening older gashes,
Flooding the happiness with a sense of foreboding,
I wanted to see you smile, like you never had before,
I wanted to write a story with you, unlike any other,
I slept through the first time, and I felt a prick the second,
I woke up the third, and then I didn’t know what to do,
A hand on your back, the other stanching the tears,
That shall remain forever, yet only with your smile,
Trying to break free from the bond we share,
Straining at the chain holding us together,
Afraid to dirty your hands, the mess remained as was,
Is it really you, you ask of me the moment you vanish into thin air
A ploy to snuggle in closer, or a wish to walk away,
It’s a kaleidoscope of possibilities, until I’ll give you just one,
Darkness shall fall again, the clouds shall return,
It won’t be the first time something hot made two people so cold,
You're a spark in the forest of my heart,
I can feel it burn, I can feel it hurt,
But you’ll know when I feel it breaks, 'cause I’ll make sure you feel the same.

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

From The Inside

The unsaid words are growing, sentences spoken in silence,
I don’t need words to say what I want,
The silence is my mother tongue, heartfelt and close,
There’s a bubble engorging me, its groan swallowing all there is,
It’s a world being built for me, painted in my hues,
It’s a story in my language, my words, and with my pen,
An effort to take the step ahead, the tree bearing its fruits now,
A rainbow of happiness prancing high up in the sky,
Dancing with the silver lining of the clouds,
Its ‘happily ever after’ till I see the face trying to hide in plain sight,
A figure so passive and far, yet unpleasing to the eye,
I see you slouching, I see you whining, and I hear your stories,
I see through your tales, and through the facade surrounding you,
It’s time to wake up, to fall to the truth from the platform of lies,
To kiss these times goodbye and never to turn back again,
But it’s you; I push and throw, only for you to return,
There’s a buzz and I can feel my head weighing down on me,
The lights coming back on and the voices are starting to sing,
It’s a lament bidding you sayonara, unprecedented,
And I’m smiling, again, just because of you,
I don’t even wait for you to turn the bend as I slam the door,
And it’s just for my life, as I cleanse myself from the inside,
It’s a new feeling, a new warmth, a new glimmer in the darkness,
It’s all happening inside, and I know it’s just the beginning.