The sounds you make when the mind don’t matter
Stable and constant
Like calm horses in a stable
Albeit the raging storm
The sounds you make when you know he/she is the right partner
Then again
Love is formless but combustible
Glows the brightest
When Light kisses Darkness

Unbiased

It beats through the mental turmoil, conditioned in every household and every societal stronghold

It beats through the choking grip of every creed and every hypocrisy pertaining skin

The heart is blind
But sees everything
If it is given the chance to beat
For the right reason.

Could I stoop so low to never drink from a glass?
Would I go snooping in the middle of the night looking for a bite?
Would I ever need to question when I have an eternity to be wise?
Missing Tom & Jerry for a meal of cat and mice
Missing Saturday morning cartoons doing Sudoku in a casket
Or how about missing a class with the wonderful Ms. Diane
Doodling ghouls, ghosts and everything that bumps in the night
While she never fails to put on a smile
But math blows, why should I learn to count?
When I can learn everything from the Count

Magical creatures in all shapes and sizes,
When encounter a goblin,
Remember disobedience and playfulness,
When crossing paths with a troll,
Remember brute force and persistence,
When you see glitters under the moon light,
Remember fairies migrating from the mess we have created,
In their forests.. Our forests,
When you see acid rain,
Remember the water sprites,
Encapsulated in the filthy droplets,
Their tears purify the carbon we emit, While we feed the machines,
Tears unnoticed, cries unheard, Of beauty we fail to see,
Of dense forests, magical trees, Of Yggdrasil, Of Bodhi trees, Or tiny sprouts near your feet,
Of angels, demons, bodhisattvas, buddhas,
You, Me, Us,
Love,
Balance,
Harmony,
Samasati.

A new dawn has surfaced,
I woke up and realised I was wrapped tightly in your warm embrace,
I gently pushed your arms away,
Headed to our brightly lit kitchen,
Fixed you marshmallows, pancakes, muffins,
Marmalade,
Everything that could revitalise your day,
And then I remembered what you said,
'Babe, never leave me more than 5 inches away'.
I giggled and decided to return to your warm embrace,
But there you were standing,
Shambling like a Haiti Zombie,
Hair messy,
Breath as foul as Smaug and Shrek,
But there I was wanting to close our 2 metres gap,
Till' no spaces between us were left,
But I halted from my tracks, and said,
‘Baby, would you like some coffee to ease your groggy state?’
‘Who knows what tomorrow’s dawn may bring’
‘But my love for you will never dwindle from change’

I wept as the last pages of your diary was soaked in red,
From the sliced vein of my wrist when I was in a fit of rage,
With the broken glasses of our photo frame,
Taken whilst we were at the Carpathian cliffs,
Alas I could not capture your fall,
And I could not stop recalling how your hands gently slip away from my palm,
You ended up in a coma, failing to respond despite my desperate calls,
Nor from kisses that could awake you magically like Snow White with her company of dwarves,
Know that I am forever yours,
The same bespectacled spectre, Always haunting the campus halls,
Waiting to steal your attention and leave me petrified,
From your Basilisk and Medusa like gaze,
You were a personified patriot of beauty,
With hazel scarf, scarlet hair, pink lips,
Seraphim in disguise,
And what an angel you must be, to fall from the atmosphere,
And defy society’s tainted rules of attraction to fall for an underdog,
Though I find it ironic that your name was Dawn,
It seems like my sorrow was fated all along,
But I do not wish to survive another dawn without me in your arms,
How silly am I to forget about the running water in the tub,
The portal to bridge our gaps,
Not another step was taken,
When I felt a familiar warmth behind my back,
Followed by a disembodied voice which sounded like a ‘Hello’
Or was it,

‘*******’.

I am the widow. I am the web. I am the widow.

Life’s a web, centred is death, all things connected, a web of intrigue,
Life’s a web, a gentle pluck, all things connected, so the web shakes,
Life’s a web, centred is death, the widow awaits,
Words are webs. The more you read the more it moves,
You have done it. Now she is looking for you,
The widow creeps. Pray insanity finishes you first,
Darkness everywhere, with a hint of red,
Like falling into a murky pool of blood,
Drowning but never sinking,
The echoes of scream run deeper than the cold dark red abyss,
She is here, Quick, Look on top of the ceiling!
Do it fast enough, your neck could break..
(giggles)

I am the widow. I am the web. I am the widow.

Lest the web snaps.

The Incy Wincy Spider climbed up the fallen corpse.
Down came the blood, and washed poor incy out.
Out came the flies, and laid all the eggs,
And then Incy Wincy Spider will never go hungry again.

Red is blood,
Blood is red,
What difference does it make?
Roses bright,
Thorns *****,
Fangs bite,
Thirst slaked,
Queen of Roses,
Queen of the Un-dead,

Roses are red, Violets are blue, Ultra-violet burns, While roses bloom.