Lifeboat

For the words that were left unsaid,

there is a over-used book kept under her bed

there are pages that have the most delicate handwriting

with words of love and affection for her man.

There are pages that have been engraved with the harshness of a pen

words no one would say aloud, but note them down, she can

And the pages that you can see light through

are the ones where her mind and heart had battled and fought,

until she could finally decide what she wanted to keep

and erase the words that dug too deep.

and those pages that have smudges and blotches all over

they tell a story of hurt, or an overwhelmed lover.

She writes with a passion too strong to describe

and a heart that's taken a dangerous dive

The water gets rough and she struggles to stay afloat

but the book under her bed is her escape, her lifeboat.

His

And the most insignificant thing she does
brings life to his imagination
Allowing his hands to fly over alphabets
and words to fill across his screen
She doesn't need to leap buildings or break a world record
Even a smile that she thinks will go unnoticed can do the trick
She won't understand his obsession, and his way with words
She won't understand what he sees in her
he won't tell her either
Let the world read what she means to him
Let the world wish they had his girl
He doesn't need her to be more than she already is
she's beautiful, simple and his.

Freedom*

These four walls they speak to me

They tell me of a freedom that I lost

I gave it away so easily that day

Not knowing how much it would cost

I long to feel free again

Not to be bound by these prison rules

Not to be told what to do and say

Not be treated like a mindless fool

After a decade has passed,  

They’re granting me reprieve 

A clean shirt on my hardened back 

And an identity on my sleeve

Liberty is at my door step

Soon, I’ll be homeward bound

My second chance to live life,

A new freedom I have found.

*terms and conditions apply'

Co written by Renita Siqueira

Pensive 'Ren'derings

You can watch the Short Film we made here: 

Freedom - Terms and Conditions Apply

Masked

He had fallen in love with her beauty,
with the way her eyes shone and the way her cheeks flushed,
He loved when she looked up at him under those dark lashes
and even when she stared at him with a knowing smirk.
Her lips, pink as ever would light up his day.
Until one day.
she left the mask at home.
Everyone saw her differently,
pale they said is what she looked.
little did they know, this was the real her
this was her, without the cover
without a wall to hide behind
and when he came face to face with her
he said he'd seen nothing like it before
she frowned
no beauty like hers before, he amended.
she glowed.
Beauty in it's raw form, beauty that should have never been masked.
And he wished she'd taken off that mask sooner.

Missing A Muse

As long as she exists, so will his words
as long as she stays, there will be thought.
For even in her absence, she manages to manipulate her writer
She boasts of a power that defines him and his career
She is not the subject of his every piece
but she takes credit for his wild imagination.
For when he floats in her aura, she takes over his mind,
and inspires him to suspend everything that's real.
She pushes him into a world that demands his creativity
a world that fills him with words he otherwise can't explain.
She'll take his hand, and draw him in
to a land that opens up his heart.
She is a constant in the change,
her mere existence allowing his imagination to travel across seas and oceans
the blue, red and dead,
none, in all their vastness, can measure up to the amount of figments she's created in his mind.
A foundation that lifts him up,
she holds him down while giving him wings to fly over unseen waters
and territories never ventured on before.
She doesn't move, and she doesn't speak, she doesn't touch and neither steals a peek.
she's oblivious in all her beauty, to the words she has inspired.

To a writer who thrives on her existence,
without her, he's ordinary and negligible in his works.
Without her, he is empty.
A river that once overflowed with inspiration,
now runs eerie and dry.
Somewhere deep down within his heart,
a muse-less writer cries.

The Universe and You

When you get what you want, someone looses what they need
While you sacrifice, someone succumbs to greed
When you give up, someone gives in
and when you loose, someone somewhere surely has to win
when you sing a song, there will be few who won't sing along,
and when you're too weak to stand, the oppressed might grow strong
While you give birth, someone might lose a friend
if you just experienced a beginning, someone just saw the end
when you send out a rhetorical question, someone out there hears you
and the answer that plays in his mind, may be tele-ported back to you
if you just found a confidant, someone out there faced brutal betrayal
while you give life, somebody somewhere kills
when a door opens up for you, it is slammed in some doomed person's face
and when you give up, someone might actually win the same race
While you like the thrills of the outdoors, someone wants to stay in
while you sport the saddest frown, someone just found a reason to grin

The universe has it's way of balancing itself perfectly
it's gives to some, and takes from some
Some are smart and some are dumb
but still the world goes around, and eventually, happiness is always found
whatever conspiracy the universe has in store for you, it'll send it across the earth in your way,
and whatever decisions it influences along it's way will be mere ripples to the actual wave
touching some other life and changing it's course
inspiring people, pushing them forward with force.
we live on a planet, who knows her way around
In fact she's keeping that balance, to keep us on the ground
the next time something is snatched away from your hands
remember, the universe has something else in store for you, a mightier plan.

The Mighty One

I sail alone in the powerful blue
and allow myself to row towards you
and when the tides and wind don't let me win
I'm misled in a direction of sin
and when the storm comes, and the water gets wild
I pray that you protect this child
for every wave I push behind
it is you I'm trying to find
Every wave that hits my boat,
is nothing but an obstacle i need to cross
you've send them my way
cause you know I can stay
afloat and alive, through night and day
the waters are cold, and freeze me to the bone
but knowing you're waiting for me, makes me go on
knowing, when i see you, I won't be alone.
My entire life is a journey towards you,
and everything I do, is for your happiness
and when the sea gets too rough and I need to stay still
I'll let down my anchor, and obey your will
Your my anchor when the ocean threatens to kill
You'll walk the remaining waves towards me, you'll find me, I know you will
Cause from the day you put me here, my entire life has been a journey towards you
and it is only for you I gave my very best
It is only in you, I will find my rest.