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558 · Jul 2014
The Disease
Meenu Syriac Jul 2014
Tears fall
The barren land receives
Like a broken soul.
Cracks that line us,
Keeps us together.
We forget, and never forgive,
What is left of us
Is anything but lies.

Fire burns
In the heat I stand,
The flames, a part of who I am.
A disease, spreading
Shallow whimpering
Sickened by everything we are.
Greed, filth,
Pay no heed to the cries.

Ashes to dust
Our creed, we forgot.
Deal with the devil,
Sell our souls to the dark
Humans we are,
We forget our strives
In our imperfect world
*We build, rule and ruin lives.
557 · Jun 2014
The Song In Her
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
In her name, runs a river,
The silent bliss of a downhill venture.

In her name flows a river of gold,
One for which even the pharaohs would lay down their lives, bewitched.

The dance in her eyes, calling out to a frail man like you,
The song in her name, the breath of life itself, given to few.

As the day turns to night and the world turns to another side,
This timeless wonder of her, keeps you awake through the night.

In her name, you felt joy that couldn't surpass any other form,
Im her name, you found life you never knew.
549 · Mar 2014
Bright red to dark purple
Meenu Syriac Mar 2014
Turning dark
Once a bright red
Now a bolder purple.
Slowly falling apart
Bit by bit.
A rose withering,
Petals falling,
Its beauty wasn't just in the red.
Still magnificent as such
Even when life has retired.

There by the window sill
Overlooking all of life yonder,
As the scent departs
And the thorns ***** harder.
One Saturday night
Someone's love expressed.
Embracing each other,
Its beauty beheld for a while
Lovers swaying across the room
Under the gaze of a fading essence.

Somewhere far away
A girl sits alone under an oak tree
Her lover never came.
"He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves me not..."
I had roses in my room, got it for my birthday. Each day i wake up,  i'd look at it and see it turn a different and darker shade. This is what i wrote when i sat and stared at it for too long.
549 · Sep 2014
Requisition
Meenu Syriac Sep 2014
As the wind tangled in the curls of Aphrodite's hair
Entwined as though, being apart means to speak blasphemy
As the waves rushing to kiss the shore
Urgent desires being locked up for too long.
As the breath of air, potent and needed
A gasp of life flowing into the veins.
As sinful as the first bite of the forbidden fruit
Seeking only enlightenment and truth.
That's how much I hate to see you go
That's how much I need you.
**Stay.
©Meenu Syriac
544 · Jun 2014
Appointment with the Devil
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Chances are, its going to burn you bad.

Staring at the ceiling, painting dollars in your head
Can you move your limbs and actually make it happen before you're dead?

Turning tables, now the blame's on you
A deal with the devil, now your head is the price.

Call your gods, let them intercede for you
I like company, its pretty much a game for two

Dust your jacket, put on your finest piece of cloth.
Dont want to look shabby when you're invited for a dinner with that dude.

Deal the cards, let the money roll in,
You were a dead man, even before you were born.

Rattle your chains, let the noise be heard
This game is mine, I tell you all the rules.
This was so random
543 · Jun 2017
...
Meenu Syriac Jun 2017
...
My thoughts weigh me down
In the middle of the night,
When distant rumbles
And flashes in the sky,
Wake my dreaming mind.
Tyranny rules our bleeding hearts
And this song is all I have.
A touch of humanity lost to a war cry,
All our words, forged in fire.
You strike, I retaliate,
And now we're falling apart.
Can you sleep? I can't.
I lay awake listening to the screams
That drown the silence of the night.
I count the stars that dare to shine
Even through these dark clouds.
We're lost, in time and space,
Waging a war we don't understand.
My kindred, my blood and flesh,
What are we fighting for?
© Meenu Syriac
537 · Dec 2014
Point this ship Home
Meenu Syriac Dec 2014
What silence is this that aches my body?
*Fallen misfortune lade bare

Wanting to set sail one day.
Shadows looming in the sky
And a teardrop runs it's course,
A story to tell each inch of the way.
Left with only memories to hold me
Tonight, these pictures on the wall can talk
And I will lie down and weep.
Point this ship home
Show the way through the dark
And I will leap and touch the stars.
The hurt is deep
And though I fall sometimes
Letting go is all that matters now.
Take me home
Where everything feels right
Take..me..home..
This silence is too painful to my soul
Empty rooms and blank faces are all that surrounds.
I've cried my share and begged my way through life
**Just..take..me..home..
© Meenu Syriac
532 · May 2014
Under the moonlight
Meenu Syriac May 2014
As the stars resume their place in the night sky,
And as the warm breeze of a small town spring take its course.
As birds of the night come out and sing their song
And as the quietness of the evening takes us along,
I will sit with you here under the moonlight.
We'll listen to the music of our hearts,
Let our minds entwine and surrender.
Maybe see our dreams play its role,
Maybe tonight,
We'll stare into each other's soul.
531 · Mar 2014
Silence counts
Meenu Syriac Mar 2014
Silence
The world around keeps revolving
Standing in the center and seeing it in motion
Faces, humans, people about
Rising and falling
Breaking and making.
I like this spot
Introspecting the humankind.
This silence, it clears my mind.
If we could all talk less
And listen to each other.
Make thus no rambling
Just talk what matters
And listen to what counts.

We could all then listen
To the voices never heard
The cry for a loaf of bread
The little girl who wanted to learn.
The man who never had a roof above his head
And the dying mother, aching for a healing touch.
What selfishness we have taught our children
That only the green can get us through the day.
What hypocrisy we have woven into our legacies of destruction.
Now find ourselves caught in our own web of lies.

Maybe if we could all just hold hands
And keep a moment or two silent
Maybe the cries of help and pain
From far across the desert
Will make its way into our lives .
Maybe then, our eyes will open
To the ignorance we "treasured" all this while
And perhaps then, lend a helping hand.
Meenu Syriac Apr 2014
I'm a little critical about life.
The ones I trusted
Where the ones to wield the knife.
I'm a little passive about friendships,
Cos they never seem to last.
I'm a little too pessimistic.
There were days
When the world was a little happier.
Now living isn't spontaneous
Like it's supposed to be.
Just a **** fight
To get to the *** of gold
And have that sip of wine.
I think I am my daddy's girl,
Remember how he asked me
Not to trust the world.
Coz sure as hell,
It's a cruel place, this one
Where the bureaucracy
Takes the throne.
Yes, I've seen better days.
But today
I happen to wake up
On the wrong side of the bed.
526 · Jun 2014
A letter to God
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
Dear God,
I'm not asking for a miracle.
But I sure wouldn't mind one, either.
Yours sincerely,
*
A Soul in Despair
525 · May 2014
Dear John
Meenu Syriac May 2014
As the sun climbs down to the foot of the mountain
And the light fades slowly to turn into nothing.

Rest your eyes, John, let your dreams come to life
Let her invade your thoughts and fill you with serenity.

Bask in this dreamscape where she will be your one
Out here in the real world, she's said her goodbye to the sun.

Down, beneath our feet, she has made peace with the earth
Passed onto another realm where she will remain to be your true love.
522 · Aug 2014
An Unquiet Mind
Meenu Syriac Aug 2014
An unquiet mind,
Toiling with thoughts,
Evil as the doom that lines the dusk.
And on your doorstep the devil waits,
Vicious words, way of the world
To taunt and hate.
So what does your devil look like?
Pain, disgrace or greed and shame?
Hatred boils, right to the core of the soul and heart.
Soldering iron, ablaze, red hot,
Imprinting a gene, an instinct sought.
And as the night creeps in, so does humankind
A curse, or so I believe, to wander the low land.
What you sow, so shall you reap,
And in heaven, will your judgment heap.
The way of the world to my unquiet mind
Shadows daring to seek out the wrath.
Pure evil, our hearts are dark,
And in this hour of the darkest night
Seek out the only light that shines within.
518 · Oct 2017
An ode
Meenu Syriac Oct 2017
Of nights spent awake, blank pages, empty thoughts.
Of dreams misconstrued, eyes wide open, staring at the wall.
Fear holds me prisoner, silence grips me tighter.
Words were my ally, now they have failed me too.

Sundays spent in the dark, probing memories,
Pleading to be left untouched.
Of hurt and regret, my constant companions,
Once upon a time, helped me write songs for my broken heart.

Of the moon and the stars,
The serene night sky,
Back when I could serenade them endless,
Now I greet them with empty hands.

Of days when words spilled at the brim of my chalice,
Now parched and dry, soulless and wary.
Aye, my misgivings keep me company,
As I ironically write an ode to my writer's block.
©Meenu Syriac
512 · Apr 2014
Insanity
Meenu Syriac Apr 2014
I see your sadness
The pain inside.
Your insight of life
Is of a profound fashion.
You have a spotless perception
Of time and regard.
Yet you fell prey
To the tricks of life.
You chose to condescend
Rather than transcend your plight.
You numbed your pain
At another man's loss.
While you stand there
Defending your actions,
Maybe let a thought slip by.
The world is not your enemy
The truth is not your ally.
Look in the mirror and see
The tyrant you have grown to be.
Your own shadows
Are waging a war against you.
Your own mind has given up
To insanity.
512 · Mar 2015
Syncope
Meenu Syriac Mar 2015
What is that swirling darkness,
That velvety shroud of comfort?
Falling slowly into an abyss,
Devoid of all reality.
Let me lie here,
Let me slumber,
Maybe dissolve into this blackness.

This silence is music,
A lust, I cannot comprehend.
Let me rest,
No, let me wander.
A dreamland to discover,
A temple for my insanity.

Voices peak,
Noises from afar,
As a daunting fear settles in.
A bounding pulse, a throbbing ache,
As shadows begin to creep.
Please, let me dream,
Just let me be.
Here,
In this void,
In this realm,
There's no one who'll want to forget me.
©Meenu Syriac

Being a medical student, this was my poetic interpretation of a medical condition, as a result of my own experience with the same. More perspectives to medicine. Well, why not poetry!
510 · Jun 2014
Blood-stained Pages
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
Beyond the walls that hold you in
Touch of crimson hue and stained with ink.
Write your story with your blood within,
Take a blade, and let the tale begin.

Down the lane, memories pretend,
Casting shadows, the mind cannot lend.
Let the lies be one with your self succinct,
Dreaming was always your dearest sin.

And as you take each step towards the door,
Rising fear, draws you back into recluse.
Stories, countless, but no courage to share,
A plea to take you back to the better days.

Let the pages be filled with pain and misery
Write it out now, let the ink run out with your story.
And with the last page, let the suffering be quenched
Step outside into the sun, let a new life begin.
510 · Aug 2015
Whispers
Meenu Syriac Aug 2015
It was maybe just a whisper.
You and I,
Sitting by the window
And waiting for the sun to burn.
Watching as the wind blew steadily
And the leaves fell to the ground.
And this whisper,
As soft as it was inaudible
Became a voice.
Something distinct
Yet residing in the background.
The skies were turning grey
And there loomed this morbid
Atmosphere of unfortunate misery
Mingled with a sense of lost cause.
We sat by the window
Waiting for the sun to burn.
And this voice became louder
And no more singular.
It was no more a hallucination
But rather a collective conscience.
And our thoughts became one
Cradling our sense of union.
That flame we never blew out
Became the wildfire within us.
And now sitting by the window
Listening to the world sing its one song
Here I am, with you
No more in a blazing inferno
But a raging fire of change.
©Meenu Syriac
Meenu Syriac May 2014
Caged in glass,
*Can you see thru to the other side?

Wake up, love, the sun shines
Let your dreamy eyes' gaze align.
Could you hear her scream at night?
Wretched Pandora gives no peace of mind.
But dont you cry, love, because after the rain
Comes the rainbow, no more fright.
You hang in there, beautiful
And I'll come before the sun kisses the ground.
I'll make my way into your fortress
And steal you away at night.
Pandora awakens,
But no spell of hers can keep us apart.
Don't you cry, love
This knight will not falter.
There's no wall too high,
Nor a sword too sharp.
No dream too impossible,
Or battles unbeatable.
Hang in there, love,
I'll be there,
*Before the sun kisses the ground.
Yes, very fairytale-ish. ;)
503 · Mar 2015
Of A Time Bygone
Meenu Syriac Mar 2015
When you have arrived at the farthest reaches of the horizon,
Where the sun light is entwined with the waves of your hair,
The sound of the ocean, as clear as
These pictures on the wall,
When the sand of time has worn you of your dreams
All that is left is but the whispers in the air,
That time, forgotten, you and I,
As we sat underneath a star lit sky.

And in this empty house,
All I see is shadows,
Of when everything we had or wanted,
Was each other.
How easily have we let our fingers slip past,
Our voices, we let them fade with the light.
Time never healed my scars,
Smiling through these tears,
Here I am,
Cold and alone.

Seasons have changed,
Storms have passed,
I hold onto a washed out picture,
Holding hands, dreaming of a tomorrow,
Bright eyes and smiles,
A sepia toned photograph,
Of a time bygone.
Yet, here I am,
In this empty house.

And all I want to remember,
Is that night,
Sitting with you,
Underneath the starlit sky.
©Meenu Syriac
502 · Oct 2014
Plastic Puppets
Meenu Syriac Oct 2014
As dawn breaks the paradoxical darkness of night,
Sunlight splitting through a canopy of concrete mazes, sky high
Shielding, towering, blinding
All wonders of the skies.
In them, we crawl, owning but tiny spaces,
Shelved into cubicles, and packed in plastic,
Tagged, named, priced and  gagged.
Tube lights shine brighter,
Whereas the sun burns us alive.
And with this day to night, night to day meaningless plight of life,
Caged within boxes,
Claiming to be closer than ever before.
Endless shards of colored glasses,
Surround every corner of these walls.
And we crawl, on all fours,
Instinctive  human nature,
Communicating with the sound of our souls,
Wailing beneath the surface, weeping behind screens.
Lost in this concrete jungle,
Finding purpose to life,
Searching for wonders of the mind,
Destructive, intelligent,
Yet foolishly locked in a perpetual cycle
Of muted perceptions.
©Meenu Syriac
498 · Dec 2015
Toxic Minds
Meenu Syriac Dec 2015
We are what the silence makes us,
As trembling hands hold our hearts.
The noise is within us,
In our minds,
Our fears concur.
Should our faith and gallantry
Wear out
As stars fall out of the sky,
Should our lives be filled
With a void, so unspeakable
That our dreams can no longer exist,
I fear, then,
We are no longer human,
But a destitute without a soul,
Wandering the waste lands,
Without hope.
We are searching, contemplating,
Forever indebted to the scars
That have left their mark on us.
We love to be loved,
To forget the loneliness.
The noises become louder,
The chaos begins to unfold.
The biting cold, the icy wind blows,
And our names are but whispers
Lost in a whirlwind of emotions.
Rid us of this evil plague,
The mental calamity,
This direness of our toxic minds.
Leave us with a hope,
Maybe let some light fill our lives.
Oh how I pray,
That tomorrow will be kind.


©Meenu Syriac
496 · Dec 2014
If Walls Could Talk
Meenu Syriac Dec 2014
He stares into empty space,
In his eyes, faces fade and die.
Darkness creeps from the corners of his mind,
Slowly losing self to time and tide.
Standing in the midst of chaos,
Charred remains of humanity clings on barely.
As the very foundation seems to crumble and fall,
Blood and dust
Fills the crevices of his heart.

He sits by the window,
Pale face,
Scared.
Outside,
Not even light finds way through the smog.
Bloodied knuckles and broken bones,
His small hands hold onto the remains of a burnt picture,
Smiling faces and sad eyes.
Afraid of the shadows,
Crimson dreams visit him at night.
He looks at the reflection in the window,
Watching as his sunken eyes brim with tears,
Wondering why they left him here alone.

As he lies down under the covers,
Trying to forget the gunshots and the screams
Echoing thru the night,
He wishes to never grow up,
Not here,
Not now,
Not when *hope is dead and gone.
© Meenu Syriac
493 · Mar 2017
Reality Check
Meenu Syriac Mar 2017
Little do you know that these words
Can silence you,
Leave you questioning the ignorance
That you believe is true.
My reality is as real as yours.
So don't you dare pretend,
Everything happens behind closed doors.
This oppression I speak of,
And the rage I harbour,
Screaming from the bottom of a well.
The frustration and the sheer exhaustion, to be counted,
Begging to be heard.
There is a war,
You may not be aware of.
Pride and dignity stripped away,
On these unseen battle grounds.
You can chose to be blind,
But you cannot call me insane.
This is real,
And this is happening,
Whether you like it or not.
© Meenu Syriac
492 · Mar 2014
Broken World
Meenu Syriac Mar 2014
Delirious,
What a convoluted world.
They turn love to pleasure
And strip it of its innocence.

Twisted,
This dry land of men.
Spewing words of foulness
Like toxic gas it dances away.

Hypocrisy,
Blind notions go a long way.
Dark men that hide in the night
Walk in packs and rob the daylight.

I'd rather be blind
To a world that's lost its way.
Children of men, beware,
Dont pass this baton of hurtful shame.
We wove a twisted fantasy of life,
The name says it all.
Stopping waging a useless war
Enough with these morbid schemes.
What this world needs
Is a ray of sunshine.
487 · Sep 2014
The Human Condition
Meenu Syriac Sep 2014
A silent rendition,
A drama of humans with their brains,
Dire consequences of a guiltless game,
Loosing oneself to this endless paranoia.
Provocative minds, useless disjunctions,
Fanciful  conjectures, truth less indignities.
Welcome to the Human Condition.
Welcome to Earth,
Our Alma Mater
Third Planet from the Sun,
Wherein humans,
Bountiful, Knowledge seeking,
Long for The Truth
To set them free.
©Meenu Syriac
486 · May 2014
Something called Love
Meenu Syriac May 2014
You stand there,
Under the Moonlight,
Watching the Stars
Fade out and die.
Your Eyes cry
Silent tears.
And each drop,
Screams out with Pain .

You put your hand in the Fire
While you watch yourself die
Inside, out.
You ride into the Darkness
Not knowing what it holds.
Does this pain keep you alive?

I can't stand here
Watch you disappear
Into the Night.
Watch you fade away
Slowly, like the stars
You so admire.

Why do you want to revel
In this kind of a trepidation?
Not everyone's got somebody
At least you've got Me.

Come back,
You dont have to hide.
At least,
There's something
Called
Tomorrow.
At least,
There's something
Called
**Love.
484 · Nov 2014
Moribund
Meenu Syriac Nov 2014
Will sweet dreams with the sourest links to you, be traced?
As unkind dreams, they come to haunt.
But shadows loom under the sky of a setting sun,
Will angels come as the walls fall down?
Death comes with a silent taunt
Sands of time, a mirage left intact in the world's eye.
Show me meaning, show me life,
With the dawn comes light,
So why does it feel like I can never wake up?
© Meenu Syriac
478 · Jun 2014
Enemy Lines
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
As I wake up to the voices that haunt me
I put on my armor and walk barefoot through fire
Throw myself at the enemy, see it weaken at my gaze
And let hell break loose within, as it paints chaos
With the bold shades of my blood.
I wake up to the sounds of cries strangling my throat,
Crimson hued nightmares rooting itself in my sleep.
Death adorns the form of a savage hunter
Weakened by its strength, I fall under its tide.
But, I stand up again and I walk into fire.
How else can I understand death if I cannot fight myself
And know what is deemed worthy of my every breath.
How else can I understand myself,
If I do not know why I truly am worth all this fight.
476 · Jun 2014
Burn down in Flames
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
She saw herself in the mirror,
Took one glance and felt her world cave in.
Let her fingers glide on the smooth shine of the surface,
Feel the pain as she looks at what she has become.
Turn around and maybe never look back.
Take herself apart and start right from the start.
Fix all the broken pieces and put back the puzzle again
Lies and pretence, her soul can't bear the urge within.
In the dark she lies, holding herself together
And outside a storm rages thru the night.
Bit by bit, putting together herself
From what little she knew of the woman she was.
Maybe if she closed her eyes,
The light wouldn't burn right thru her soul.
Maybe if she imagined the most wonderful things.
Then maybe she won't feel the pain
As she burns down in flames tonight.
475 · Aug 2014
Because It's A Broken World
Meenu Syriac Aug 2014
Lost to the chase, her hands bear the trade
Talking to walls, the closest to a conversation she's ever been in.
That's what this life presents,
Choices we cannot guarantee, to a crown of fallacies.
She was broken even before she could mend her shame
Her arms told stories where blades met to caress and tear.
Because its a broken world, broken records of life lie in the shade
She could swim against tides, she owned the waters she said,
Only to be found dead in a pool full of her own blood.
473 · Sep 2014
Magic Of The Moonlight
Meenu Syriac Sep 2014
Shadow dance under the moon light,
You slip your fingers into the hollow of my palm.
*From right to left, slow dancing into the night.

And all this magic, stars in your eyes,
Lover, show me your realm,
Bare me your heart,
*Rid me of this world's senseless vice.
©Meenu Syriac
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
Has the darkness seeped into you
And set you alight like a wild fire?

Beneath all the smiles,
Past all the lies.

Does it ravage your soul
As the loneliness burns each part of you ?

Beneath this surface
A storm begins to brew.

*Have you dreamed so much

Only to find that life has lost its flavor?

A shadow grows within me
Whispers drive me mad.

Do you wish for second chances
Even if you know you'd do it wrong again?

As the wind begins to roll in
And the waters begin to flood.

Would you love someone with all your heart
And let yourself believe in it, despite the truth?

You'll find me in the corner,
A girl with a broken soul.
472 · Jul 2014
A broken record and a body
Meenu Syriac Jul 2014
The year 1975, a cold January night of a pretentious age.
Midnight approaching as the music plays in the background,
Soft yet endearing, perfect for a man with a broken smile.
He sits there in his chair, drinking whisky from the bottle,
With a mind much too stagnant, entrapped, too afraid to wander off.
His thoughts, having already killed his heart whole,
As he awaits confirmation to move on to ****** his soul.
A classic jazz piece of the decade, the woman's voice crisp,
Clear enough to enslave him with the truth.
And truth kills, sharp as a knife waiting to stab,
But more of a hostage at gunpoint, begging to be shot.
The chills begin, one last gulp before he climbs up
And puts the noose around his neck.
His heart stops the exact moment, the record ceases to sing,
As if holding its breath, never to whisper its heart endearing chime.
That cold January night of the year 1975,
There was a broken record cursed to never play again,
Along with the body of a man with a broken smile.
472 · Jan 2015
The Wind and I
Meenu Syriac Jan 2015
I am the Wind
Chaotic, Dynamic,
But often the soft*  Breeze,
Gently treading,
Silently whispering,
*Creating ripples in the water.
20W
© Meenu Syriac
471 · Dec 2014
Thoughts Unhindered
Meenu Syriac Dec 2014
Will your mind open to the unknown?
As an open road softly calls.
Join, in wonder
Oh weary pilgrim.
This life is yet to unravel.
As my knees give in to the weight of the world.
These burdens shall leave their mark on my doorstep
Shining glory of a path I forgot.
Like paradise sought and found
Silent whispers void of desolation.
Idle, pretentious, scared to wander.
This universe shall leave you in awe,
Untangle yourself from your web of lies.
Oh weary pilgrim,
Lend me your mind,
As an other world reveals
Thoughts unhindered.
© Meenu Syriac
468 · Apr 2014
Everything will be alright
Meenu Syriac Apr 2014
When you thought you had fallen
When you thought you were broken,
When you couldn't smile anymore
And this pain was all that you knew.
When the soft falling snow hurt you like thorns
And that breeze of air ****** you into darkness.
When you said love couldn't exist
And that friends were far too few.
That life seemed endless and without meaning
And every breath felt like fire inside you.
Maybe if you could open your eyes
And unclench your wrists,
Leave your hair out
And let the wind
Take you where it goes.
Maybe give life a chance
And your dreams a part.
Maybe believe in yourself
And all that you're worth.
Maybe forgive and forget
And love and trust.
One day, I swear
It won't seems so bad.
One day, I know,
Everything will be alright.
For a friend of mine, who 's been through a lot and finally found love.
466 · Feb 2015
Just A Little Love
Meenu Syriac Feb 2015
Aren't we all hiding behind lies,
Stuck staring at the window pane.
Meaningless disparity lashing out within
A feud between the soul and the mind.
Washed out skin, colourless eyes
Most of the time, exhibiting tyranny.

Isn't it obvious, why we spent so much time
With our heads bowed down, on our knees,
Begging for mercy.
Even as the sirens go off inside our heads,
Distracted by all the fallacy.

What if we just stopped for a second,
Lift our eyes upto the skies?
Maybe wonder why there are so many stars,
Hung up so high.
Why do we try to find ways to look down and feel lost
When all we need is a little love, to give and behold.
© Meenu Syriac
462 · Dec 2014
Scars Fade With Time
Meenu Syriac Dec 2014
Looking out the window
Looking into your soul.
Music, the mind can play
To the sound of burning stars.
As a minstrel plays
A song to heal your scars.
Hollow, void, my mind
Silent as the night
You found your way out of my heart.
On a park bench I sit,
Watching the world move too fast.
As salted dreams graze my cheeks
Silently I weep.
Sing minstrel,
So the pain I may forget
And these scars may fade with time.
© Meenu Syriac
460 · May 2014
To Serendipity
Meenu Syriac May 2014
He sat alone in a silent house,
The happiness, now a morbid wave of dark energy.
Her laughter, a memory, a fond one too
He cradles like a child in his palms.

A gust of wind finds its way into the den,
He shudders, not sure if it's the wind or the loneliness.
And in his heart, she filled the spaces,
Now a gaping hole, left to reminisce.

Her whispering echoes drifting in and out with the wind
All he wants is to have her back, her voice to be heard once again.
Life seems frightening without her by his side
And the bitterness of her absence leaves a wound in him, unhealed.

And locked away in a chest upstairs in the attic
Along with her books, glasses and gowns,
A box with golden engravings of her name, "Sarah",
A diamond outshines its brilliance, even in the starkness of the dark.

That day in Venice, amidst a busy market swarming with people,
He knelt down in front of her, and asked her to be his woman,
The music of love, playing a tune so remarkable
She couldn't hold back her tears of joy.

And when she smiled, he saw a million galaxies explode with oneness,
A joy inexplicable in terms of mere words or thoughts.
He knew she was the one he'd want to grow old with,
The eyes, he'd want to forever, behold.

Only if happiness lasted longer, and ran a course, eternal
Maybe then, she would have been around to sing their favorite song,
As he played his guitar, under a moonlight
In some faraway land, across the oceans and skies,
*Where the sunset was as beautiful as her eyes.
460 · May 2016
Careless
Meenu Syriac May 2016
Once I tossed my cares faraway.
I saw it crash and roll with the waves
As I drifted off silently,
Obstinately ignoring all that I am.
But when the skies turned grey and vengeful,
And the seas, harsh and unforgiving,
The salt in the air and in my mouth,
In my hair, and in my blood,
Swore to drag me away,
From the sweet, sweet bliss of ignorance.

Sweat breaks,
Silence rings loud and vehement.
Shards of glass leaving trails on my skin,
Seeking comfort and libations,
To fill this gaping void.
Oh the storm raged,
As I stubbornly tried to forget,
my encumbrance.

We eagerly wait to be the kite,
That flies freely in the wind.
But tethered are we, to this curse,
That is adulthood.

©Meenu Syriac
459 · Jul 2017
Untitled
Meenu Syriac Jul 2017
A solitary house stands steady against the howling winds deep in a long forgotten forest. A lonely figure sits inside, hunched over a book, with a pen in hand. Gently rocking to and fro, the mind pacing back and forth, her heart bleeds onto empty pages, scripting a story in a bright crimson hue, slowly taming every wayward thought.

With incessant scribbling, the rebel of a silent night, she tears into the paper with the strength of a lion's jaw. The organized chaos in her head, breaks out like sweat on a blank page. Take note, she dances ethereally between her web of words, lightly treading between fire and ice.

She purges herself in the deepest realms her words can take her to, traversing scapes of wary prose that barely sparks a fire, eloping from a conference of cluttered minds.
©Meenu Syriac
458 · Jan 2015
When Time Can't Heal
Meenu Syriac Jan 2015
See, I can smile
Like the sun only shines on me.
But with every wrinkle and every fold,
Every muscle that works to create this fallacy on my face,
It hurts more than the pain,
I try to keep hidden inside.

Look at those stars we claimed our own,
Picked them one by one and named them too.
Now as I look up to the sky at night
Tears, I try to hold back.
Fighting to make myself believe what you are..
Only a lie imprinted in the back of my mind,
Slowly fading into the dark.

I have learnt to forget memories,
The ones that hurt the most.
I have learnt to not look at a star
And wish that things could be bright.
I have stopped dreaming,
Knowing they don't help at night.
I have stopped waiting,
Because its time that deepens the scar.

When I'm picking up broken pieces,
Of a life that derailed when I lost you to time,
All that remains are your words,
Leaving me writhing in pain,
On endless dark nights.
© Meenu Syriac
457 · May 2014
Wheels In Motion
Meenu Syriac May 2014
And the wheels set into motion
*Somewhere, in an obscure world, she sat

Penning a story, lost in thought, fading away.

Waves breaking onto the shore
The silence nulled, ceasing to exist no more
The air scented with a salty mist,
Gradients, carrying a lost cry, into the night
Pushing past barriers, on and away.

On a park bench, lovers, sit and play
Dreamy eyes, and entwined soul
Lost in a promise that may never see the day
From the corner of the eye, a lonely girl
Pipe dreams and a broken heart,
Sits and watch as the game turns unfair.

Centuries old, woman on a rocking chair
Seen life, see no more, her eyes can't take the pain
Hands fall to the side, heavy breathing
Gasping for her last breath of air.

As the wheels turn, stories never ending...



Life- twists, turns and makes its way
Silent and beauteous, role plays changing,
**As the players take the centre stage.
455 · May 2014
Calling out to the air
Meenu Syriac May 2014
Solitude refined,
It aches in the most hidden parts
Of my soul, untouched.

Love refrained,
It aches to know we can never be,
It hurts to know you were
Never meant for me.

Searching for purpose
Why do I seek for love when I know,
It is the one thing missing?

Purged in iniquity
I dont feel human anymore.
Overpowered in every way possible,
Fighting for breath.

These words I write,
These words I say,
Can you hear me cry the night away?

I'm trying to come through,
Calling out
To the air.
Needless to say,
I feel like I'm falling
Head first onto the ground.
Here's something a little too sad.
454 · Mar 2015
"We're all made of stars"
Meenu Syriac Mar 2015
"We're all made of stars.",
He said.
Isn't that beautiful?
You and I,
Specks of dust and gas,
Floating around in space.
Before any concept of love,
Even evolved into existence,
You and I,
Were still spinning around
In a burning star,
Call it our own little dance.
And as we collided,
That essence of your particulate nature,
Embedded into my own.
And through eons of time and space,
Every bit of me wanting to reach out,
To you.
Maybe that's why it feels right,
Everything we are
Or could ever be.
You and I,
We are made of stars.
©Meenu Syriac
454 · May 2014
A bullet to her head
Meenu Syriac May 2014
.....Her body quaked from inside out.....

Trajectory set, object aimed,
Bullets slicing through the air.

Her eyes picking up a speck of light,
Heading her way, fierce and fast at sight.
Milliseconds counted, time runs ahead
No time to cry or catch her breath.
Her cortex incapable to process a thought,
Fight or flight, adrenal rush surging thru her veins.

Bullet strikes, bulls eye aim,
Right between the space
Where her soul finds no escape.
Searing impulses, noxious and stale,
Only to be silenced halfway.
Randomness always finds a way in.
Meenu Syriac Nov 2014
On a ship back home,
These high sailing seas
Tear this weary soul of mine.
And the deafening roars of the gods,
Ascertained with every thunder that rocks.
With every wind that wails,
My heart longs,
To see the ends of these dark waters.
As the rising tides commune,
Fear drives me away,
*But hope guides me home.
© Meenu Syriac
450 · Jun 2014
Awakening
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
As the wind gently sweeps in,
*The promise of tomorrow

Touches my being.
The rustle of the leaves
With the transient tone of the breeze.
Standing at the edge of glory,
I see my rise and fall.
And as the thunder begins,
To make its way near,
A drop of rain, falls
To become one with the ground.
Long awaited,
Something to fill my soul.
The water to quench the thirst
That rages within.
Let it rain,
And fill my barren soul.
Let the wind blow,
Let the thunders roar,
*My soul awakens to life once more.
450 · Jan 2015
Bouts of Sadness
Meenu Syriac Jan 2015
Lo' there are clouds of grey gathering at the horizon,
Shades of gloom crowding the corners,
And all that my eyes see laden with sadness.
Despair has never been so unkind,
To someone who dreams to see the blue skies.
© Meenu Syriac
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