You tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him traveling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
Warsan Shire
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
In what language does rain
fall over tormented cities?
~Pablo Neruda
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC
Sometimes I just like to stare at the stars
They make my problems look really petty.
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
"O poor, unthinking human heart! Error will not go away, logic and reason are slow to penetrate. We cling with both arms to false hope, refusing to believe the weightiest proofs against it, embracing it with all our strength. In the end it escapes, ripping our veins and draining our heart's blood; until, regaining consciousness, we rush to fall into snares of delusion all over again." Rabindranath Tagore , The Postmaster
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
He greets me with a woof
and a generous lick,
Accompanying me from the bus stop
to our house on the corner of the street.
He then sits joyfully at my feet
Wagging a happy tail,
After fetching me a bottle of water,
A ritual he performs without fail.
Moments later he drags me by my skirt
To the lawn adjoining our house,
He throws a tennis ball at my feet
And dances gleefully seeing it bounce.
After an hour wasted happily in play,
He brings me my towel as I
proceed to take my bath
at the end of the day.
He waits patiently until I emerge,
Never tired of waiting- poor old chap.
From that moment onwards
Till the time of bed, he gladly occupies my lap.
A beautiful friend in the journey of life
is all it takes to make it worthwhile,
A loyal companion, a trusted ally,
forever willing to be on my side.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
The silence of the night
piercing my ears
The clock ticking past midnight
Its ticking ringing in my ears.
The palm trees swaying in the wind
cast dancing shadows on my window pane,
The crickets' relentless chirping
Persistent, and mundane.
The moon playing peek-a-boo amidst clouds,
In the dimly lit sky bereft of stars,
A barking mongrel every now and then
And the occasional hooting of passing cars.
Suddenly, and yet not sudden
The dawn breaks, birds chirp to usher a new day
Trucks and cars and buses plying the streets
Completely engulfing the silence of the previous night away.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
She perished slowly
due to the lack of love
Like a rose on its fifth day
in a vase.
She wilted
Like the rose
Denied nurture, denied love.
Then one day
He crushed the wilted rose
And disposed it along with trash.
That day she sighed in her
bed for one last time.
The rose being dead.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
People die.
But their stories live on in the hearts of those
who had loved them.
Like the fire which has burned out.
But the ashes still remaining.
The memories wiped out
after years pass by,
Like the ashes swept
Away by the wind.
Yet the trees, the sky, the sun,
They all remain witness
to the life that was once lived
to the laughter and tears it shed.
Immortal therefore to nature,
Is the fickle human soul,
It lives on forever,
Witnessed by the sun, moon and stars-though ages may roll.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 4:38 AM UTC