What is a mere heartbreak,
when you have a roof over your head,
blankets to keep you warm and
the choicest food to fill your belly.
So what if you feel
the rain on your breast
for a thousand years and more.
What if the biting cold
seeps through the skin and
freezes your heart.
And what if your heart
becomes a hollow bottomless pit.
At least you won't hunger,
or thirst or worry for
the next day's meal.
So what if hearts break.
And let's face it.
Hearts don't break.
You can't break it with a hammer,
smash them into pieces.
No, hearts don't break.
They just wither and waste.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
The sale promised diversity.
There were cheap ones,
expensive ones,
middle-class,
affordable ones,
And they all stood in line,
the hopefuls and the cynicals
the indifferent and the undefined
waiting to buy
one
or anyone
of the soulmates
on sale.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
she waited with
arms outstretched,
waited for you
a thousand years,
an eternity
and when you returned,
she was still,
as you had left her
but her arms were
hardened twisted branches,
hanging roots, her fingers,
her heart, a squirrel's nest.
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 5:17 AM UTC
I touch this sky walls
one last time
It holds memories
and yearnings,
of half-lived lives.
Who will walk these corridors when I am gone?
They tell me I shall
away to my husband's home
i, a stranger in a strange land,
leaving my walls and memories
for an alien wall,
To paint fresh memories
to cover your footprints,
that once filled the corridors
of this house, no longer yours.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
Shared jokes and laughter,
hidden looks and promises thereafter
stolen kisses in between,
but what I desire is your secret within.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
After all the hurdles,
the thorny brambles,
the kisses and
the waking ups,
when you finally
reach the happily ever after,
life turns around
and hits you with a grapefruit.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
i badger
and bug,
cajole
and rave,
demand
and give
All this
i do,
because
i am
scared
of your
comfortable
silence
.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
One day, you
decided I would
speak no more.
So I sat as
you sawed my tongue
and sewed my lips,
"For proper measure," you said.
You smiled at your finished work.
I couldn't.
You see,
My lips were sewed
together, too tight
Like the pen
I held,
hidden in my hand.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
I always imagined September
a woman
Carelessly tousled
Auburn hair
crowned
with multi-coloured flowers
Dressed
in silken smoke
Dancing in a grove of fallen leaves.
I never imagined September
to look like grand-mother
Wrinkled, waifish
Wrapped in a blue waist cloth
A *** in hand
Slowly shambling
towards the sun-dried fields.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC