It was raining, the day was warmly half bright,
All quiet, save sad birds singing to their plight;
Then, I met you. For the first time I tasted delight.
Thenceforth, the bond we formed went perfect.

Then, you left. I cried and got my heart shattered.
Days, weeks, months and years have passed.
I’d move on, the limbs look spent and retired;
To hold on, the heart was in war with mind!

To take on a night walk, mixed up together.
To swing on a garden lounger, lost in each other.
To throw stranded *****, back to their shelter.
Poor dreams, one by one thrown in the gutter.

I will outlive you. Sure. I felt so.
When? How? I can’t ask. I can’t know.

I asked how to tread on the path of love,
And told it was narrow, fun and thorny:
Well spelt in the hash colours of reality;
I hesitate to take a first or a last move.

It entices as it depresses to live alone.
But on what ground would I morally
Be held for a foreign feeling mightily,
That hasn’t stayed to claim dominion?

Love makes hearts sway by the day.
What’s better than to have your needs,
Staring at you housed in one place?
I am afraid you would take all away.

If I chose you, know that I won’t budge.
It’ll be rich and deep and real and true.
I can’t stand blamed for self inflicted woe;
Whatever works for you, I don’t judge.

Northern Lives Matter

Note the fine flowing plain lands
One where peace and order reigns
Residence to historic cultural affluence
That chaos admired from afar with pains
Homing the abiding partisan patriots
Entrenched in now ravenous blood hovers
Rustlers, insurgents effected their domains
Notorious bandits we once heard in fables.

Lives lost cruelly to obdurated elements
Imprinting images of guns and deaths
Voices raised; are our leaders ritualists?
Establishing innocent crime-made orphans
Spreading evils, afflictions and destructions.

Many a religious shrines turned death traps
And markets, farms; ransacking poor villages
That barely know governance and her benefits
Turned into flowing river of blood and tears
Emptying plangent hearts to quixotic elites
Rich in thoughts; gliding us to precipice.

If I were to bargain
I'd peel off my skin
Or slit my chest open
And showed to a baby moon

If I were to bargain
I'd atomized my brain
Mashed or milled my spine
And showed to a rising Sun

If I were to bargain
I'd mortgage the Heaven
Earth and what's in between
And shall cherish the burden

If I were to bargain
I'd make you all mine

©12.09.21 – m.a

Take Me

It all started in my chest,
Like a molten lava thrusts out;
Unbolting the veins and throat,
A raw feeling from the heart.

I cry when it rains;
To hide away my tears.
I laugh when it darkens;
To fight off my pains.

I long long waited to see,
You and I turned to 'we'.
I'm yours please take me,
To the upland; to the deep sea.

©03.04.20

I'd vividly recall,
Of all the times I've asked myself;
Yet failed to reconcile,
With what has long eaten me deep.
Who's this demoiselle?
Nothing convincing had ever came up!
Perhaps a noble angel,
Enwrapped in a well reserved human shape.

I Thought
I could resisted these foreign feelings
You never would brought my hard built walls down
I had found an oasis in a desert of nothingness
I could put a choke hold on the universe

I Thought
I would someday be a star and you a sky
I would someday be a tree and you a sun
I would someday be a feet and you an earth
I would find an eternal ecstasy in your ecstasy

I Thought
I would balanced out your weaknesses
I would magnify your strengths
I would make you the truest version of yourself
I would make clouds covet for your will to fly

I Thought
You could water this withering garden inside me
You could nurture this innocent heart of mine
You could feed this starving fragile soul of mine
You could hold even a fraction of what I hold for you

©Fri, 27 July 2018