She trusted you
You were her hero
You are the reason.
That she exists.
The first word she
Uttered
Was for your attention.
She wanted to be just like you.
But you took her whole being.
You left her feeling confused,
Her little body and soul
raked in shame.
And guilt and blame.
Her whole world came crashing down around her.
Was it worth the pain she still carries around
In her big eyes,
Eyes so similar to yours?
Does it ever occur
To you
That you destroyed
The life you helped create?
And yet she wants
To come home to you.

Dear Sadness,
Our love affair must end
Granted you are passionate
But I have things to do
And you are too demanding.
I can't be at your beck & call,
I can't let you possess me
You are stifling me
With your constant
Absent presence.
Goodbye, I am-
Breaking up with you xx

The best love stories
Have no exclamations
No shout - outs.
They have quiet little
Hyphens, linking two
Souls in infinity.
No question marks
or what ifs.
No apostrophes
Or possessives.
Just acceptance
And thriving in-
Adversity and hence,
The best love stories
Have no full stops.

The silent sounds of midnight
brought you to me
I stayed wrapped in hope
your lips, your warmth
your nonexistence.

Mercilessly impatient
are these silent grains
of Hope-
Grating away
on my sanity,
longing
that someday
you will happen to me.
Again.
Like dark poetry.

You are reason and passion’s love child.

You are everything that is right about-

Everything that is wrong about me.

You are death’s soft kiss on my clavicle,

You are life’s reply to my inner tempest.

Your marrow warms my lonely bones,

Your blood cools my uncontrollable fear.

I fear the madness you invoke in me-

The bloody desire your hands provoke.

I should retreat into my own silences,
But like the irresistible sinful rustle of silk-
Your silences beckon me, giving me voice.

Even as the earliest birds
welcome the break of dawn
with their strangely plaintive songs,
your absence keeps me awake.
You are my dishonest truth
and my virtuous vice.
You are me.

Love lies limp and lifeless-
Like a lonesome, lowly, little
Ragdoll.

I listened, you heard.
All we really need
Are these silences.
Splendid
Talkative
Irrational
Silences.

I drew a deceitful little sketch of you.
I put your nose where your mouth should have been.
I just couldn't bear your perfection anymore,
My own private little pay back
As you remain totally unaffected.

I see your face-
In the darkest moonless sky
In the shadows that once scared me
In the power of life to leave me powerless
In the prayers that left my soul as silent screams
I see your face-
In my mirror.

Like a leaf tossed around in the autumn wind,
Bruised but beautiful.
Life brings forth its frightful storms, but quietly-
Teaches us resilience.

Molten lava
Melting chocolate
Limpid pools
Your eyes
Reflected
In still water.

Certain thoughts of you are python-like, crushing my bones in circular hungry strength; grooming me for consumption. Certain thoughts of you are like gentle swirls of silken feathers against the skin of my being, breathing life into my nothingness.

You linger.
How I wish you didn't.
But there you are
In someone else's
Aftershave.
In the cinnamon
In my coffee.
In the kind words
Of a close friend.
In a half remembered
Song.
In a dream
In a shadow
In a cloud
You linger.

You face is
sometimes a mask-
unrevealing and still.
Sometimes it's like the sun-
glowing and life-supporting.
Sometimes it's a mirror-
reflecting my hopes and dreams.
Sometimes it's a window-
with vision and clarity.
Sometimes it's just plain-
stunning and I have to
remember to breathe
when I look at you.

I finally found peace- between the soft young petals of a rose bud, between the two gently rising waves of the sea, between two fresh unwritten A4 sheets, between the storms of yesterday and the calm of tomorrow, between two grains of rice stuck together in solidarity.. And most of all I found peace betwixt the inner recesses of my heart where you triumphed and forfeited.

The kindness of strangers, the meanness of lovers. The wisdom of children, the folly of adults. The strength of silence, the emptiness of words. The love of hatred and the hatred of love. All these contradictions make me wonder- is the beauty of life its unpredictabilty or is life, in its beauty, unpredictable?

You are the storm that calms me,
the peace that makes me anxious,
the shadow that casts a bright light,
the spell that sets me free.
You are the me that I lost.