Sunday 23 October 2016

What If...


What if we can be great
what if you and I were made to be
each other's eternity.
What if we soar instead of crash,
and what if we burn stronger,
never crumbling to ash.
What if we were meant to belong here,
and spend a life or two long, dear.
What if you were meant to never place foot on the moon,
cause gravity makes more sense when we laze at noon,
and fall slowly, buts surely, into bliss
what if we kiss, and worse, what if we miss what could be,
what should be.
Just cause the thought of ''we''
sounds mind- numbingly sexy,
but even more scary.
What if we become as healing as the sun,
what if you're the one,
what if we'll never know,
if we were meant to be so much more.
I could go insane,
waiting, wondering, what-if-ing,
or I could sing
to you.
And present a ring to you,
and we could paint a rainbow against a dark blue
Sky, then you'll know why
I love art, and I love your heart.
What if we could just start,
to love, and love strong.
What if, we could be together,
What if we belong.

Song of the Soul


There are souls who possess
the ability to love with no condition, to bless.
They love with no inhibitions,
no prejudice, no motive,
their love is less about 'take'
and infinitely about 'give'.
Walking a thin line
between accepting it as a curse,
or treating it as a boon,
these souls heal more than wound.
Never quite finding a mirror for their souls,
no one to love them the same, no one to hold.
Never stops them from loving ten-fold.
A heart that is often broken,
but never grows cold,
taken for granted, misunderstood
always caring more than they should.
Their love tastes of sugar and smells of sweet escape,
brings a calmness of the sun in all it's glorious entirety
setting behind a city scape,
like a cool breeze that comes your way
after the day has fallen asleep.
Feels almost like an embrace from the ocean,
vast and deep.
They kiss with their souls instead of lips
and dance with their hearts instead of hips.
Fibs will never be born of their tongue,
their souls are old, but bodies young.
Unsung is their story, untold is their song
Acknowledge their love, let them belong
listen to them love you, they're often never wrong.

Monday 17 October 2016

Red


Words betray me,
my throat tightens and my palms get sweaty,
and my heart tries to do a silly dance
and I probably look so darn dumb.
My otherwise talkative tongue goes numb.
You should hear the tune I hum,
inside my soul,
when I think of us growing old,
together and in love.
But all you do is hover around,
and make my heart race,
find a thrill in a chase,
like a lost puppy, it follows
keeping loyal pace.
I'm in awe of your face,
and all the things your smile does to me inside.
I don't wanna hide
any longer.
This ache in me could grow stronger, wild. 
I hunger like a child,
to love you ferociously,
anything but mild.
There is a storm in my soul
that wants to hold your hand
and keep your feet rooted in soft sand.
so when it envelops you with kisses of new rain
you will embrace the storm and surrender to it, your pain. 
There is a fire within, 
that burns to win
your heart alone.
It is the only real thing I've know.
This feeling,
raw and strong
and to many, so wrong,
this feeling of being utterly, madly, daringly
addicted to wanting 
you alone.

Friday 7 October 2016

Old Souls


There is no way
that we are of this life.
Our souls vibe with one another,
dance to no music,
and just know.
They know each other
for longer than this life.
They've crossed paths
a few millennials ago,
and have since then,
been meeting again,
and again,
running into each other every life,
finding a connection,
and no conclusion.
Each always in the wrong universe,
both praying that they may find,
some universe that may be kind,
enough to let our souls unite,
before we tire of wandering,
traveling portals endlessly,
wasting time with mortals relentlessly.
Old souls, immortal lives,
on finding love and rest, we thrive.
Our love transcends time.
Old friend, we were meant,
to love over seas and mountains,
and live by the prayers of pennies at fountains.
We'll meet again lover, no matter how old,
soulmates live forever, their love is gold.

Thursday 6 October 2016

State of the Heart Museum


Welcome to the State of the Heart Museum.
At this point I will request you to kindly switch off your brains or put it on silent mode.
Be attentive to the matters of the heart and keep up with the group.

On the left you will find a shrine
of all the people lost, hard to find,
memories divine.
To the right you will see,
the people whom Death held in captivity.
Souls taken away too soon,
effects of which are both curse and boon.
As we move ahead you will see,
letters, gifts and keepsakes held dear,
of loved ones, far and near.
Feel free to peruse them after the tour,
they are here to touch and not just for show.
Come a few feet ahead and notice this bunch,
a rare group of souls called 'Family',
they're the persistent ones.
Cause an uproar in all matters of the heart,
but always turn out to be right.
They've been here through it all,
every joy, sorrow, darkness and light.
Rich in wisdom, they've come a long way,
and for the sake of this heart, they will always stay.
To your right now, what you see,
is Crush Cacaphony.
Souls that are longed for, but not quite attained,
souls responsible for blush stains.
Take a look at your left and gaze upon
the lovers and their stories, long.
notice the fine line between the ones that stayed
and the ones that didn't belong.
And right beside it, is what we call
the Room of Words.
You will find them all categorized,
Things that were said,
Things that were left unspoken,
Things that make you,
and things that leave you broken.
and then the quotes and philosophies to live by,
and a special section of words that led to cries.
Don't miss the framed, sparkling phrase
"One large pepperoni pizza, please."
The room to your left belongs to Mr.Right,
our CEO and heartthrob
current lover, toughest job.
He's doing alright for now,
one wrong move and the floor beneath us will give way.
Trust me, you do not wanna experience heart-quake.
We alone know what it took to rebuild this place,
and to get used to not seeing our last CEO's face.
Come along now, and have a look,
at fictional characters, movies and books.
Don't be surprised, you'll find them all here
fairies, aliens, good guys and crooks.
I shall leave you now,
to browse the rest of the museum on your own.
Make sure you visit the music lounge,
and offer solace to the friend-zone.

That's all from me, your tour guide today
signing off, have a good day!

Monday 3 October 2016

Convinced


I'm convinced I fell in love,
I'm convinced I fell harder out of it too.
The entire time, I should have known,
He had motives behind the smile worn.
I'm convinced there was a time,
His love felt like a crime of passion,
oozing with raw feeling and void of caution.
I was convinced I was spiraling
out of control, into a dark abyss,
cutting between my heart and soul.
I was convinced he was novel,
threading a line between making me feel so much,
and then nothing at all
so much so, I was oblivious to the fall.
I was convinced he wanted to be the one,
just as much as I was, that he would run.
I was convinced he wanted to ruin me, spoil me,
treat me nice and then foil me.
I was convinced there was more to the words he used coyly.
He wanted to show me that love was unpredictable,
I agreed it was and then did the unthinkable.
I cut lose from his manipulating ways disguised as a noose,
I broke ties from something I needed to lose,
He wanted to convince me I always deserved more.
Well, he got what he wanted,
I'm convinced he had to go.

Saturday 1 October 2016

Here


You'll have to forgive me
or learn to understand
this is the only place
I'm allowed to hold your hand.
In my universe of words and rhyme
I can kiss you without the curse of time
and you'll always be my prime
Don't deny me this space
to describe how you embrace
your fears and your flaws,
your victorious wars,
the things you've lost,
and the people you once cared for.
Let me have this canvas,
to paint with color,
your sky so azure,
and your rainbow so grey.
I will fill it all with reds and blues
a variety of tints and hues
ever bright, my muse.
Let me brighten here
the black and white you hold dear
and lighten the darkness you fear
let me keep here
the burdens you hold
and the pages you fold
and the hearts you consider gold
Every little thing you do
and all the words you say
I wish for them to be treasured and prized
always worth something, never compromised
You'll have to forgive me
or understand me at best
this is the only place 
my heart rests.