wait

Time is aloof from a distance
it is never quantified, it is never satisfied
but it's never too late for a second of its patience
never too frail for the weary-eyed

It's like a beautiful dance around the moon
It begins when your mind carelessly decides
a wisdom that came too soon
a stranger's bittersweet fable it hides

when the world reveals its downward spiral
into the clutches of all that is evil
when beauty its nature cannot be defined
there would unravel
A Goddess, A Spirit and Kindness to last for all Time

reality

what a mess
tangled pearls on a rusty fence
wrapping your heart with a shade of darkness
with only drops of purity in your defence

your eyes wallow in greys of mourning
steals the ground of which my feet ought to possess
tightening the ends before your breaths of yearning
i've become all of the lack of your caress
the tales of your wrinkles that i'm still learning

what a mess
sporadic specks of vanilla cream on pesticide
shimmering under the guise of a petal's harness
the recipe that was eating you from the inside
the echo that knows not the sounds in my voice
the final head that fell and rolled off the side
little did you know that it was beyond the power of choice
when every ache of your muscle that made you teeter
stretches your broken heart just a little farther

what a lovely mess
i can't wait to see the skies in shiny marble ceiling
as a crescent tricked into fallible completeness
im drained by our needless kneeling
when they expect us to pray for your days
they expect us to hope for rays that unravels our weakness
they expect for a new star that we could delve
they often misinterpret philosophical finesse
because Death will always be more real than Life itself

care

when i emerged from Nature's permanent dye
i was promised church bells in the courtyard of our sanctuary
where roses cushioned the floor with its bloodied petals
that lay as lifeless as the clouds that hung in moments of our memories
you placed me at the tip of your fingers and blew me into the sky
where my body burst into three deadly needles

the First was one of a many kind
remembering the silence that your laughter would bring
i couldn't help but squeeze the last of your smile in my hands
the bright and blinding ray that hides like a child in my mind
my cheeks were dry from the absence of the fable all-knowing
you were there when i knew too little, when i knew destiny had no plans

you were Second to none of these mortal moulds
you carved my life on a stone you called your own
i fed you lies and made you drown in the most deafening of cries
you did not stifle my burning bud but to my stupefying surprise
you carried my body and kissed this skin i've recklessly sewn
but i died
i died a million times the moment you revived my breathless Soul

they say that Three is never a good number
but i never took it seriously, not even for a day in this punishing October
when the hand hits the right numbers more than twice in its myriad realities
i will find myself staring at the glow of one who had forgotten all of her tragedies
and You, You will be the last
because i don't want to let go of all of You, the most convenient ghost of my past

acceptance

when i was just about eight
i remember a girl whose fingers didn't look too great
it was long, pointy, and knobbly in all the wrong places
smiling at her became tremours that outlasted the horrors
i remember telling her to get some fine braces
because her teeth were turning into her fingers that didnt look too great
long, pointy, and knobbly in all the wrong places

"why don't you look at me and smile?"
i couldnt bring myself to tell her such a perverse lie
for it would throw even the coldest into the mouth of the volcanic eye
so i spoke with a lighthearted joke
"because it feels like my eyes are for your fingers to poke"
and it was this moment that the girl with the fingers that didnt look too great
took a step backwards and fell right through the gaps of hell
why did she have to ask me about her smile that was long, pointy and knobbly in all the wrong places?
she killed the smile in everybody else's faces

great.

just freaking great.

sinister

you could see the light through my eyes
a narrow ray that teases
smaller than itself
bigger than our perception

could you see the light in my eyes
the footsteps that caught my ear
as closeness threatens and lingers
the dependence on intuition

and i could see the light by your eyes
the hook in disguise
the smile that belies the deception
we are not without.

gender

there was a strange tiredness in your voice when you spoke
the kind that waited patiently at the tip of your melting mouth
the kind that slithered across your heavy fingers
without much alarm and with intense sadness that lingers
the day you discovered the barren vessel of your youth
was the brittle body that you had long started to choke

the breath of Power that lifted the veil of secrecy
the mysteries that lured the curious eyes into the depths of deep disguise
with anger's army marches depravity in solidarity
a necessity for casualty catastrophe in a Socrates tragedy!
equipped with weapons of the mind in raging despise
with a strike of a Second's hand came pouring in a red gush of jealousy

somehow it gets easier with every passing moment
when you can no longer hear the pelting drops that never stops
when you can no longer see kindness that begs to be swept away
there is a strong embrace of such gentle desolation everyday
you prayed that you could no longer feel the spirit of its corpse
to lead a life of Love void with disenchantment

last

there was a drop of water that fell from nowhere
it reached the zinc top of an ageing hut
a surface that touches the senses in halfhearted content
it stirred anticipation that was at last free of despair
but like the risk it took to remain tight was too painful in the bud
it escaped the deadly grasp of comfort and mindless pretend

it was a very tiptoed affair on this warm summer evening
as it was making its way down the leaning vertical horizon
tilted like a cold glass of beer at the touch of an old man's beard
with painstaking effort akin to a young child's mourning
it slid down the limbs of a tilted pole's yearning passion
streaming across a rustic dream never before heard

a smile has made it difficult for whispers of goodbyes
for uttered inaudible words that made it harder to depart
as the journey across minuscule grains grows merciful
drawing closer to the mouth of a blue Whale's faint disguise
the mind is racing to the edge of the lost Queen's heart
as there finally starts the swordplay of a Martyr and a fearless Fool

pity

i could not understand the beauty that rose from within
when i set my spirit in your infinite abyss
like expected trauma that danced on my skin
it was creeping like the throbbing stream of electric tease

it troubled me when there was none in sight
a sea of calm in perpetual melodic height
of that addressed, comforted and paralyzed my soul
to keep the secrets that were beyond our human control

i was led to appreciate and forever in thought be lavished
of where you came from and why did it have to flow
through the treasures of dreams and buried moments so cherished
why did it have to end when you didn't even know where to go

i hope i know what to say when you stand right before me
when you wrap your heavy hands around my waist
i hope you see honesty that rages with reckless extreme
the joy you give to me that i have yet to taste