Words Aren't Enough

Along came the storm of emotions
choking at my throat, claiming, demanding even;
tears that threatened to fall
not for me, but for the pain that passed;

As life took a turn up north, I breathe,
in a wake of freedom that I was bestowed with;
happiness I inhale, until;
my heart cringed in misery, somewhere deep;

A good found heart lay in the centre,
I feel the pain that soothed,
with support not by blood, but kin;
realisation dawned like the light after extreme dark years;

Respect I hold for thyself,
for you made me pen a light year later;
In paper you laid it for my sight,
to know that Love is so pure in your heart;
stood by the pained, you reach a place well above,

If words can speak, you could see,
for the love you showered, to be,
In all endeavours success may thee,
A soul sister you have come to me.

Verdict of the Beating Heart

Deep inside that raging longing
thrashing and waiting unrest to be
unleashed withing boundaries beyond
befallen by that chain of predilection entwined;

Shalt not befallen into those cognizant eyes
spilling and dwindling what that shalt not ever be
intense knowledge of all but those hidden
behind the liquid brown stare;

Practiced was the move thyself strode to hurt
those incredible moments frozen in the cold rising
alack surrounded whilom whatsoever wherever was one?
swith methinks the way it was dealt with
sharp as knife made of ice- cold;

Whilst as time flew past sleep was lost without a thought
mayhaps shalt one wonder that strong association oneself
wary eyes withering trust within the nest of love
hist not easily forgotten;

Siege the heart that belongs, reign the same over
bereft of what it demands, met or maynot;
aroint afore infant steps with heaps of distrust from the past
archaic as my poem,
at arm length thou shall stand, a slap or a hug
verdict of that beating heart.

The Camouflage

Besotted with paradise never known
fantasy of ruins ever known, must reality be known
shalt come the long way
anger and beseech long forgotten;

World of love sought by
after all had been ones thought
sufferings and hurt at what cost
these questions never fought;

When queries stand in place of a passionate hug
the sense of belonging soon lost
battles that were reigning past
befallen like a braveheart;

Misery and might that forever fight
internal tug that rages war
soft kiss that would take the ache near the heart
that failed to beat any far;

Weighing thy pressing demands over
thou shalt stay behind guards
of honour to look ahead into the oblivion of barring skies
avenging the storm of emotions I continue to stand,
as lightening strikes through my core

Ice of Fire

Fire in me innate
beholding what lies underneath,
underneath the exterior of soft words
love and lust all too heated;

I pray, I breathe the fire in me
hoping to burn you aside,
flaming in my heart the hurt put beside
thy Lord not there forgotten;

Playing the game in the mystic beholding
I surrender, to the blossom maketh you
by thy kneel to Him in dismay,
mark of Him I bear on me;
happy I feel what I know not, to deep pouring insides.

Buying time an excuse to you,
the act of sinful I performed;
choreographed in heaven of heavy emotions
built not petite, no, I shalt say
hard and obedient ;

Bonding to surrender, not a blink,
stars let dazzle in front of my eyes;
I let myself be taken into the abyss of His eyes
feeling the vital touch,
Freezing my innate fire.

What am I ?? some Alien?

Question of morals put up,
a doubt or a statement which I know not of,
pathetic efforts to prove my forte
all through the drains is what I can see,

Not an easy task to answer some,
when they be the kith and kin
someone whom you have looked up to all your life,
a question of confidence I think in despair!!

Flying through the castles of fantasy,
yearning to taste the success of glitz and glamour,
broken down part by part with the dynamite at my heart,
a set of morals is all they can say,
Of what!! screams inside my head.

Explanations offered seem stupid,
when understanding hits the rock bottom,
waves of comparisons with the world around,
"why can't you be like everyone else" they ask,
would that be me I think in disgust.

Individualism not encouraged,
in a perfect household of rules they got
shunning my dreams and my life,
I try living the life of the girl they seek.

The new millennium of old thoughts,
I can't be your perfect baby girl,
my whole life is there,
with that expecting look.

Detest and regret I shall feel
Don't I grab this opportunity,
rule-books can wait behind,
for their day of surprise and astonishment
Far is not the day of Success

Success that you can never know of!! 

The Vortex Called Life

Sucked in the quagmire of dirty talks
hard and direct can some be,
was one's happiness rested with other's failure, I thought!
the thought forced to be evaded, I fought!


Failures that never failed me 
left marks of hard reality at heart,
sparing the black phases of life I swam across,
the life so dark as the night sea or so it seemed,
nonetheless I saw the empty shore!


Pride I take, not letting myself fall apart
even when the best efforts tried,
scars that lie down deep inside, shalt not be swept aside,
not that anyone would know or care
I dread!


Insulted were people with the company I offered,
nevertheless I persisted,
sailing through days of tears streaked sleep,
I dreamt by!


Days now to have flown over
in wonder of how people have a memory loss,
some feigning an alternate face 
while I smile at them all knowing too well,
I egg on!


I still stand, tall and proud,
with the arrogance and determination, that never failed me,
you might never know,
with strength and tolerance you might never know of,
I still arise, above the rest
like a phoenix from its ashes, to prove and rule,
when I can only feel sorry about your Mighty Ignorance,


You would still Talk!!

wait for tomorrow...

fleeting images breezing past

feigning meaning that never can be understood;

fear and anxiety confusing a random heart

dirty minds and soiled hands to be dealt with,

body and soul deceiving the human minds

earning and yearning beings;

consequences posing a question

staying b-low has been my job,

my sense of understanding need and companionship often misunderstood,

what impression do I make a question never over-ruled;

shades of gray I just see, making notice and taking none,

love is all I want and need making people think otherwise happy self;

lying in bed forever as the day dawns waiting,

for tomorrow never comes...