Ramblings.....

Is there something called fate? Can we be the authors of our own destiny? Is there a god who decides what is best for us? Or is it just a defense mechanism that we have created around ourselves – an illusion of security that has managed to fool the best of us?

Why are people so complicated? Why is it so difficult to find peace; to discern and to understand? Why don’t we know what we want?

Why is the grass always greener on the other side of the fence? Why do questions of “what if” plague us all the time? Why can’t we just accept what we have and be satisfied with it?

The human race and its urges/desires/ambitions are a curse. I wish I were a cat.

Faith

A teardrop baptized the baby’s tiny nose.
Quietly the mother said, “I’ll call her Faith.”

Failure

The bitter taste of bile that stings your tongue
Just before the stale food from your tummy
Rises to your mouth and spills out.
The bitter taste of failure.
Abominable. Disgusting. Nauseating. 

Deal with it. And move on.

Conversation

“Are you wearing your special perfume?” she asked. He did not respond. As usual, she had spoken to him inside her head

?????....

Have you encountered love?
What is it like? Is it an intense,
unsaid conversation in a lift packed
with strangers? Is it smileys sent over chat?
A lingering stare albeit a guarded one when
she isn't looking? Is it concern when there is
silence at the other end of the line?
Is it melancholy? Is it hope, so tiny, it could slip
between your fingers and disappear forever?
Is it patience? What does it feel like? Does it feel
like a thousand pins pricking your arm when she
chooses another over you? Does it melt
your knees and stir your loins and make you want
to explode? Or is it a lever that unlocks
your deepest, most guarded dungeons?

Maybe love is all of it. Or none of it.
But love has found you, hasn't it? It has
stirred you, disoriented you. And trust me. This could
only mean one thing. That you cannot turn back now.
That you must see it through. And whether you win
or lose in the end, it wouldn't matter. Because by then,
you would have found love too.

Dear......

I am trying to cover my sadness with words.
Tape them against my scars
And wear them like worthy paper cuts.
My tears are alcohol swabs,
Burning and cleansing wounds of my own making.
Sometimes,I wish I could hide behind them forever.
But not even this journeyed flesh can stand
castle strong against speechless ink stains.
I know the code. 

This body does not deserve a warriors death. 
And  poetry, you're a monster,
A creative monster, but evil nonetheless.
I wish to string you into knots,
force feed you down the throats of others.
De-format you and leave you empty.
free-versed to hang loosely along the heartstrings
of strangers, and past lovers.
 

We are the perfect poster children for
battered homes, aren't we poetry?
The dysfunctional couple
black-eyed and angry love.

You can't protect me from myself forever.

I'm a Vase...

 I'm a vase
to break me
you have to
push me over the edge.
to fix me,
just melt me with your lies
and mold me into something new

something  you'll be more
infatuated with.

and when that something
gets old,
change  me into
something new.