Clare

Clare Aug 2013

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You came and then came opportunity.
You stayed and opportunity transformed.
He came with opportunity.
To slip, to hold, to let go - all my choice.
To hell with opportunity, I remain on my own.

Clare Jul 2013

Said and Done till Death

I am neither the first, nor the last
To try and hold your ambitious thoughts
Veiled behind my innocent mask
Your lies, your motives, your plots
If only you knew what they say of you
In grey pulpits under the Knowledge tree
Trust me you wouldn’t smirk this day
Knowing the serpent is on your way
You would curse them down, bit by bit
Doomed to banality and disgrace
But till you reach that sanity
Let me hold you in your place
For I’m neither the first, nor the last
To care for you till separation in death
But till you reach any sanity
You need me to speak your head
And, when you reach that sanity
Well, you’d already be said and done till death.

Clare Jun 2013

Mistakes are For Ever

After being approached
After being treasured
After being caressed
After being touched
After being devoured
After being harassed
After being violated
After being enslaved

I realized what a big mistake it was
I realized Mistakes are for Ever.

Clare Jun 2013

This Day is Yours

Take a bow, retreat two steps,
Feel your power pulsating,
Take a leap forward.
This day is yours, take the heat.

Your eyes reflect lofty terrains
Etched deep from dreaming so oft.
Take a look, get inspired,
Prepare a hike and the great plunge.

Your hands show strength,
Scars from past struggles show.
Join your hands in prayer.
Heave, jump and land on your path.

You, my dear, are born to win
Let not tears and loss weaken you.
Breathe in your purpose, think clear,
Choose your destiny and walk.

This day is yours, take the heat.

Clare Jun 2013

The End.

A broken branch sways,
the only movement,
Everything else as still as a painting
My steps crush what remains.
A busy worm drills
the earth. I feel like saying,
"Stop you idiot, don't waste
the last bit of yourself"
There is nothing here except death.
I can smell it, It curls my skin
My hair stands, a chill runs down
under the cruel afternoon sun.
It dries my mouth before I open it.

It was all green, until the two-legged beasts came
They ripped apart my home, my family
And years later when I return
I realized this was no returning,
this was no coming back,
This was the End.

Clare Jun 2013

You Should Know

I see your hesitant nods
I understand your doubts
I hear your second thoughts
Believe me, they are mine too.

Not until I met you
Not until we decided the "I do's"
Not until we showed our colours true
Did there come a purpose
To take down the odds
To challenge doubtful thoughts
To take the riskier shots
To decide to be with you

But You should know, pain never comes twice
After once, it becomes experience, then habit

A person hurts someone only once
And then, becomes a sadist

A person bears the pain only once
And then, becomes Me.

Clare May 2013

Like it, Hate it

Like it, Hate it
The truth won't change.
You might say religion,
Or mask it in Karma,
Or just call it sad,
That turn of events were.
Like Pontus Pilate
You will never ever
Wash your hand off,
Never Wash off the blood.
Worse, you will never
Be remembered in prayer.
Purgatory will turn on you.
Where will you go
When thousands grab you,
Where will you go
When riots burn you?
For all those who were cut
and burnt even in wombs,
You will answer how?
No Hindutva will save.
No rioter will survive.
Like it, Hate it.