Sunday, November 27, 2011

Maybe

What is bound to happen
Will happen
Whether you record it
With your pen
From your den
Or make a video
Like a pro
Or an audio
For the store.

Change happens
As always it will
Be good or bad
It is what you make of it
And how you take it
Where to you place it
Being positive is the cue
No rights or wrongs to sew
A blanket of love
And tolerance is needed
With time perhaps
Sooner or later, maybe
Mankind will be
Properly seeded.

Note: Things eventually take their course and we can only hope for the best.



 

Shame


The gold ring had felt trapped
On my wedding finger for long
A dent had made it awfully uneasy
Even though it was shiny and strong.

I twisted it out, and sent it
To be repaired, as was the norm
Self-pity tore me apart, another row
And my busy husband was again gone.

Still, I waited for him to calm down
And come back to me, and to our home
But he was too used to this now
To see me, or through my pathetic form.

Suddenly, I wanted to break away
From the stinking dome we called home
After all, what the hell was I lacking in
By way of beauty or intellectual charm.

Putting aside all my worries and woes
I stepped into a flight like a sweet rose
The snow-clad mountain's welcome showed
Into their heart they embraced me close.

Self-pity and sadness gave way to a sense
To be myself, for myself, was now the essence
What harm was there to be happy for a while
Every person deserved to do it in style.

Attractive and alluring, I made my way
Handsome men with morals right, did sway
But I waited for the right man to come
When he did, he did, with great aplomb.

Whatever we did after that was right
And so right, that time ceased to fight
Emotions, sex and sensuality churned
A soft foam of love, and a loving bond.

Happiness stirred its way into my heart
I was fulfilled like never before, so smart
The right man had fallen for me with his heart
What else could a woman ask for, but this to last.

Soon, kissing my naked finger softly, he said
"My ring this finger will have when we are wed"
That is the time I told him that I was married
His stinging slap on my left cheek made me bleed.

In his anguish, anger and his single lone tear
I saw a hatred born for everything to smear
A repaired ring, and a prepared husband
Waited for me to head home, like an unused spear.

Home, hugs and the kisses were things moderate
Being back to civilization was my lucky fate
Nothing can take away the hurt I caused the man
A stinging slap was nothing compared to my shame.


Note: Sometimes, people fall into self pity even due to routine, circumstantial reasons. To uplift ourselves, they accidentally may use others. The self conscious amongst them realize the consequences of it sooner or later.....

Stealthy Tears

No luxury, no jewels
No souvenirs, no cheers
No sports, no votes
No toasts, no roasts
No wins, no praises
No spaces, no graces
No, there is nothing
That I care for anymore.

My passion and fashion
Ego and satisfaction
Sensuality and lust
Faith and trust
Confidence and care
Flamboyance and flair
You took it all away from me
And left me crying stealthily.

Oh, What’s love and what’s WE
Everything in life is so bloody temporary.

Note: The saddest people in life are the ones who don't care deeply about anything at all. Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand, and without them, any happiness is only temporary, because there's nothing to make it last.