Friday, May 24, 2019

Don't love me like a rose

She Said:
           You don't love me like a rose
           You don't warm my petals with your touch
           And blaze my thorns with your piercing gaze

          Why won't you love me?
           Like a sweet wild rose?
           Thorned and all, but still precious

           It's a love that won't hurt
           Like a rose rooted in thorns
           Won't harm but clothe in a sweet aroma

           Why, why, why?
           Why won't you love me like a rose?
           Why won't you be gentle with my thorns?
           Even when they prick?

I Said:
          I know why a caged bird sings
          Its melancholy is not without merit
          It longs for the day it can spread its wings
          And feel the air rush through seamlessly
          What then of a breath of fresh air?
          Of the sun that rises?
         Will she not cry for it?
         For the steel bars are not a brass band
         They don't sing along to her melody
         She is a rose plucked out of her stem
         Her melody is written in pain
         She says don't love me like a rose
         Live me in the wild
         Let me fly
         Let me live

Wednesday, May 15, 2019

The Burial

Have I come to bury you?
I hate to see words wrestle their way
Instead, rush through your veins to that head
A head, that is but a shadow
Only to evaporate
utter confusion

You, You said 'Be strong'
And I soldiered on
But in this hour
It is sad to see you whither
With the withering days

It's a bleak night
I hope I wake up soon
To a blissful day
And not remember this nightmare

I hope to see you again
Out of that dark cold place
A place you have made a home

Walk, soldier on
That's what you said

And it's all that is left

.

Saturday, May 11, 2019

Broken

You say you are broken
And i wonder
What breaks a diamond?

What does that even mean
When all i see is perfection

What breaks
A smile that has set days alight
With the wildest of bliss

Is it when it is engulfed in darkness?
Wrapt in despair?
Or is it when it finds a home in anxiety?

Don't say you a broken
Where there is no pieces

You are the smile
You are the joy
What is left?
When that too is broken

Wednesday, May 8, 2019

Coming Home Soon

Stars above tell a tale
They say you will be coming home soon
But its been night after night
And I am walking alone
In this pitch dark night

The roads we travelled
They tell a tale
They say you will be coming home soon
But its been years and I am still looking out
Wondering if you still remember the way home
To a place, we have been

The places we visited
They are talking to me each day
They say you will be coming home soon
I know soon you will be here
One night I will open the door of this heart
And it will be you walking in
To a friendship that couldn't be eroded by time
To a friendship that we called home

Even the lines of this verse are talking to me
They say you will be coming home soon
I am waiting