Our eyes is in waltz
When it’s bound to strike and ignite.
Was it just me, looking for signs
between those replicated sighs.
Is there any chance of crossing the lines
or am I the only one who thinks
that this is OUR time.
Halt the delusional myth
I created on my mind.
There were no cryptic things
it was just my imaginary universe
creating utopia — for you and I.
It seems safe to stay in this world.
But when reality slaps like ice splash in the face.
That’s when I know, it’s morning.
And I said ‘Hey self, be awake’.
Their eyes throw stones of mockery,
Insolent and filthy, that’s what they see.
In every line drawn into his skin,
They believe he doesn’t fit in.
The least they know,
This man wrapped in tattoos,
On bended knees he sings.
Offers every thing to his King.
He screams, he growls,
And praises the Lord in fire.
Hypocrites don’t seem to matter.
GOD knows him way better.
Society thinks he’s a tinted threat
I wish they see what’s underneath.
Coz in heaven we are judge by our deeds,
And not by the tattoo on our sleeves.
1 Samuel 16:7
But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The Lord does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”
One look and I know I’ll be vulnerable to you. So I always leave a space between us –too scared to plunge into the chances.
I knew very well from the start you’ll be my biggest fall, you were a pit fall meant to crack my bones. And you did. I was not meant to recover.
I have so many unwritten poems about you but your name is a subject I can’t dip my fingers into. I kept it safe and locked.
Careful, my honest tongue, should a word ever slip, I know I can’t have it back.
Young girl, stop putting colors over black and white. There was no grays. It was just you seeing the rainbow over his eyes.
And your soft laughter echoed –almost everywhere.
Let him be in every line of my poetry — let it stay there.
Maybe all we need is a little time,
a little air, a little space to grow.
Maybe all we need is to let each other go.
And in just a flick, I bury that part of my memory
I bury that part to the most secluded corner of my thoughts..
“It was time” my heart and mind said.
Time to cut the thread of hope, time to scrape every promising daydreams, time to stop thinking on the possibilities.
It was time — not to move on rather to move forward.
She’s been seeking too much
Frustration dawns her when there’s vagueness
One day, she was so sure of herself
The next day, she felt like a stranger
in someone else’s body.
I looked at her in the mirror
Yet all I can see is a tangible figure
— with a shadow overhead and
a rainbow smile in the crowd.
She didn’t noticed
the dark patterns she left every day.
The way she explains herself to almost everyone
Because that’s the way she like to be defined.
To constantly prove herself to society,
it deteriorates her sanity.
Her mind is a jungle and
the wildlife inside it were fighting.
People never saw the chaos inside her head.
She dressed and act normal but inside she is scathed
by her own self nagging.
She is her own critic. Her own hater.
She never saw that she wakes up and walks with her own enemy.
And it was her daily struggle to not think
that she only belongs to
the land of the misfits.
You were once my favorite portrait
But boy what happened to us?
When all the vibrant turns into shadow,
broken paint brush on the floor,
paper tainted with tears.
What happened to us?
The lines and the curves
that draw our memoirs,
yet now washed.
Like a clean slate or an
What happened to us?
yet perfection still elusive.
My arms gone tired
and the once flaming passion becomes ash.
I lost the things
I thought would last.
My heart, myself and — us.
The room that once filled with sunshine
where the artworks serve as witness
of your backhugs
and forehead kisses,
— was never lighted again.
Boy what happened to us?
You were once the subject of my art
and now all I can write
— is our story and all of its sad part.