There’s a scar on my heart

And that’s bad for a start

But it’s nothing to the state of my soul,


I've been blistered and broken

By all the lies that were spoken

My love wasn't all that she stole.


If you know the great pains

Even been drowned by her rains

You know of the heartbreak I speak,


There’s no sure defence

Against such savage offence

And the future seems glaringly bleak.



All the punches she threw

Landed straight, strong and true

And my walls just crumbled in fear,



When your soul is defeated

And all defences depleted

That’s when you see crystal clear.



For though the battle was lost

And the scars show the cost

Your soul is a remarkable thing,



Picking you up from the ground

Where’s there’s no life to be found

Your heart has a story to sing.



If you listen you’ll learn

That sometimes love burns

But the flames are what make you whole,


For without all the wars

Love has no cause

To heal and strengthen your soul.

I finally learned how to use a lighter.
I’m 21 years old and no longer afraid of fire.
I have you to thank for that. You and I were rotted logs thrown
together in a desperate attempt to create something beautiful.
Because part of the beauty in fire is how dangerous it is.
We burned each other out and could not say no to pouring just
a little more lighter fluid over each other. Our problem was that
our embers danced in different directions. I had to burn brighter-
you had to carry a more powerful flame. I finally reached out for a
glass of cold water because I had been charred beyond recognition.
The embers that once danced off of your tongue no longer leave
blisters on my hands and heart. I put us out for good reasoning.
I am no longer afraid of fire. I am learning to control it.

Nature is resplendent
Her each and every contour
Glistening with the morning light
And by the moonlight it becomes sensual
Evoking an aura of love in our heart
As if an angel with the perfect beauty
With the changing moods as seasons
Her love encompasses all of humanity
As love requires a heart which can hold multitudes
For she is our guiding angel
And I have learnt to love from Nature

© Amitav (Radiance)

written
on February 13, 2014

My memory of you is like the scent of cigarettes drenched in my clothing and no matter how many times I wash them I can never seem to get rid of you in my mind.

You’re permanently stuck there like a tattoo implanted in my brain and I’d like to say it’s a nice feeling to know you’re always around but it’s not.

I want you gone, I don’t want to think of you because when I do the endless nights seem to get a bit longer and I’m here alone in my room writing a poem you’ll never see, being stuck on the memory of
you like a broken record player while you’re moving on with your life.

written on February 16, 2014
Every time I see you it hurts
Your face reminds me of what could've been

Maybe if I hadn't have left we could've still been friends

I wonder if you mutter my name just to hear it roll of your tongue,
Or if you read all of our old text messages because dear God

*I still do