Like shoting bullets you throw your words at me,
with that little heart i have,
you knew they will penetrate in my heart and leave me bleeding.

With that anger and pain covered with your gentle words,
i know that you are hurt.
With the smile on your face from ear to ear,
i know you broken.

"No turning" thats the story,
"No forgiveness" thats the song,
"No love" thats your stress relief,
yesterday is gone, tomorrow is here to stay,
but surely that song in you mind will once be erased.

Like shoting bullets, runs down those tears,
like shoting bullets, your words decieved me.
Fell into the traps of your words,
but like a swift bullet, i learnt to drift away quickly.

The story of a tiny gift, half chewed and fear-stained
Left on the alter outside the back door:

When first stunned with a slap or a precisely timed
Bite, a vigil is held -- wings twitch and flutter.
With a curious tilt, widened eyes record
Muscle spasms; calculating the
Flight risk; metering the force of the next
Outburst; prolonging the fun.

A game or performance art?
The victim's peers yell and screech
From the rooftops - do they know
The show is for them?

After few manoeuvres more it matters little
As a tiny neck snaps between missing teeth.
The audience scatters and the corpse is left behind
As an offering for those who feed the beast.

I won't tell a soul
Yes I'm a Boy who loves You


I won't tell a soul
You just know my name
and of course I yours

I won't tell a soul
I never believed in
Love at first sight

I won't tell a soul
is between me and me alone

it's not a poem

® Sikhwetha Maanda

How long has it been since,
Since that whatever you think of now.
The epic mind in peaceful stay wants to differentiate time elapse for,
for the reason of vice encountering.
Slept nights, walked days,
Took time at times, took ways.
How egocentric to judge thou self actually though for purpose of time. For pondering mind.
Actually it mustn't be bad this or sought out writings like these would not appear and that is why.
Why ask why?
I see past and present and accomplices. Sought out my mind for agreement and value comes with. Yet how long it has been, is statistically worthless for the time being. So,
Timeless is rather the junction to put.
Freer the flight, and acceptance of this now. What to do? Makes my mind sing too- yet of worth is where I hesitate like truth of within-ness too complicated yet for a writing arousably pleasing. Without can do for questioning moments too distant. Too complicated. Too uncomparable for,
Thouself.

My spoken word often
falls short of my
blood stained paper.
Where my heart spills
emotions only felt
with fingers between pages.

Words seasoned through the years,
lost love, heartache.
The many firsts and the lasts,
I experience my ink saturated tales.
Where one lives in a mysterious clarity
not received on the vocal reenactment.

Writing comes in waves, like the coast.
Overwhelmed, drenched in feeling,
fading then; waiting to crash back
against me eroding barriers.
To keep my detached self between
one tidal eruption breaking my
total defense from all intervention.

Oh my, oh my!
The reflection of the past flickering in my mind like the lightening strike.
Look at me smiling,
surely it has been a long time.

Oh my, oh my!
Memories of the past here to stay,
a lot of weeping thinking of those long gone,
and missing all those moment of my childhood days.

Now i think of what could be,
now i think of my future, wiping away my past every time something new happens.

Memories here to stay but not for long when life still goes on

Searching for more
Getting a grip
Feeling the air
Fill my lungs

They pulse
In and away
Like my heart
On warmer days
Or my hand
Clenched in cold
My racing thoughts
And getting old

Up a rope
Infinitely long
Pulling and pulling
Lungs, stay strong

With not my hands shall i climb
Up up and away to the divine