Sweet Fragrance

Oh sweet fragrance how you surround me with love
your beauty radiates like a sunshine above
Words fail to arrive when it's you I try to describe
you're pure, real, white as a dove.
You circle around me, dizzying my mind
I fall to your feet, captured and hypnotized
sweet fragrance, I can't even call you unkind
you tease, yet please, you help me unwind
Moving around me, raging a storm within me
twirling and stirring, you unsettle me
breaking me up and making me whole
sweet fragrance, you've invaded my soul
Beauty in its finest form,
you are an exception to every norm
breathing you in and keeping you there
It's you I want around me, you in my air.
Don't ever go too far sweet you
don't ever leave my skin
sweet fragrances like you are hard to find
you belong in my heart, deep within.

The Heart Of It All Should Be Your Heart After All.

The heart of it all, should be your heart after all

The center of your life, should be you- yourself

build relations that see you for the real you

do things you absolutely love to do

Breathe in the breath of the greenery

be everything you've wished to be

ignite the fire that drives your desires

and grab those rare opportunities

don't waste your lungs singing cowardly songs

that break free from the smoke of a pipe

come out, swim up, from liquid toxic in a bottle

Honestly, it's all a wanna-be's hype

Fill your brains instead of your veins

it'll show better on your resumé

You'll thank me, you'll see, when you're the interviewee

and he tell's you, "you can start today"

You're young and vivacious

then why chose to waste away
whatever may be the reason you fall
Tomorrows always going to be a new day
Live for the sound of your heartbeat
and not to reach it's sudden stop
let the rhythm guide your steps, no matter big or small.
The heart of it all, should be your heart after all.

Literary Lies

She won't talk, she won't rant,

She won't fight, you have to understand.

She's a woman of words, queen of the quil

the ink on her parchment speaks strongly of her will

none of her words will mean what you think

they herald a message, disguised and hidden under the ink

She laces her words with beauty and charm

when underneath them lies her ugliness and qualms

She'll tell you a story of lovers devoted

and beneath it will lie a broken tale

one, if you knew, would sound sad and stale

her fingers have grown accustomed to vent out in verse

her honest emotions lay hidden behind her well- decorated words

Her heart has become so habituated to this method so strange

that now she can't express truly, her feelings will never be explained

they hide behind that thick red wall, that hits hard against her ribs

peeking out now and then, disguised by her beautiful fibs

as she writes her newest rhyme today, she can't help but wonder

whether she'll ever let them hear her heart's own scary thunder

whether she will, in any of her works, reveal 

the truest reason for her love for happy endings, this silly zeal.

This obsession with lacing her words, to many, seem quite absurd

but it's her only way, to properly convey,
the things her heart has never heard. 

A Rant of The Heart

She's owns the strongest heart I know
Stronger than anyone could posses
She's respectable and demands it
and she deserves nothing less
She's seen pain in most hurtful ways
but never lets it show at day
She has her flaws and she comes from a species called 'Human'
it's a shame I have to remind you, you come from the very same one too.
Just like you, she has emotions,
and it hurts her too much to think
that someone dear could turn against her
within the period of an eye's blink
She's never done you wrong
always meant you good
why then do you suddenly spite her
why is she easily misunderstood
She'll fight it, of that I'm sure
She's committed and works like a pro
what she doesn't need is your negativity
She's trying her best to stay ashore.
Before you go around talking
take a moment to yourself and think
Is it really her fault or wrong-doing?
or a symptom of an ego that keeps growing?
Why I stand for her you ask?
She's the kind of relation that lasts.
Would you give that up so easily then?
cause apparently, you don't mind losing a friend.

That Table Could Tell

Wooden and antique, sturdy and strong
He stood between two, has done so for too long
this table that's seen too many young lovers
has heard every romantic line, and spontaneous song
he watches as the new pair comes along
doomed or lucky, he's still to predict
what had Fate chosen for these two, were they his lucky pick
He's always been a silent witness to those shy gazes and sweaty palms
he knows of their nervous looks, jitters and qualms
He's heard too many young men speak their heart
he's heard those 'I love you's and 'till death do us part'
he's see the young women being swept up by charm
he's watched them leave arm in arm
He smiles at their retreating selves
knows he'll see them again soon
problem being, he isn't sure if that's a curse or a boon
He knows, he's seen it all too many times
they keep coming back with new reason and rhymes
they make it their spot, their table of choice
they share intimate affectionate words, all in a hushed voice
and he watches closely, knows exactly the moment when
a little suspicion, causes the trip to the end
and the journey is slow, torturous and slow
every new date, they keep needing more
more assurances, more words to explain
why they feel so much spite and disdain
until one day, hushed voices seem to ring in their ears.
a sudden need to hurt and bring tears
Their own voices are loud in their head
speaking the words that remain unsaid
they don't reach across him anymore
to hold hands, or more about the other, to know
Wooden and antique, sturdy and strong
He stood between two, has done so for too long
this table that's seen too many young lovers
has heard every romantic line, and spontaneous song
he watches as the new pair comes along
doomed or lucky, he's still to predict
what had Fate chosen for these two, were they his lucky pick.

Hell Hath No Fury Like A Writer Scorned

She holds in her hand a device so superior

no other has had this power so strong

and the cacophony of voices that invade her mind

force her to use this power to unwind

As she holds it in her hand and let's the words flow

black ink leaks out to fill in the blankness, the emptiness

of a paper and a soul, that with this power she can make whole.

Even while letting out, she's actually taking in

all of the words, that often stay trapped within

the blotches on the white, are sometimes just black

other times, its a fallen drop from a eye

they seep through the white and ruin her tale

yet they tell enough of a story, of a woman meek and frail

she scratches the blotches out,

not wanting to show the world this pain

the story she wants the world to know 

is not about her losses, but the lessons she's gained

the ink dances under her power, following her every command

a woman who's been scorned, is allowed to voice a reprimand 

that powerful, thin little feather, that still holds enough ink at it's tip

is kept aside while she reads her tale, nervously biting her lip

she smiles a smile that no one will understand 

and then she folds up the parchment in her hand.

She holds in her hand a device so superior

no other has had this power so strong

Addictive is this power to write away her anguish

to write against the men who'd done her wrong.

The Task That She Is

He scratches and claws but she won't let him in
too afraid to let him under her skin
It scares her how he wants her
how he'll do anything to win
her heart, in all it's unworthiness,
it's fragile state within
But he won't give up,
she can see it in his eyes
this is no ordinary conquest,
and she's worth more than any prize
it's scares her more than it does surprise
that a man like him would want her so bad
men like him walk away more than stay
and she has learned that the hard way
But he's proved more than once
He's here for the long run.
A condition he has but one
that she crosses the finish line with him
She laughs as he stands there
having tried his best to creep in
to sneak his way, past the cracks in the wall
and ended up, crushing it, insecurities and all
And she walks into his embrace
in his arms she happily falls
he won her over fair and square
Like she wasn't a task at all.