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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
Meenu Syriac Sep 2014
In tears, she thought to seek her prize,
Only to know in them she knew life.
Alone she wept, her dreams kept watch
Mid summer's night meant little to her now.

Set sail long ago,
Now in the middle of an ocean,
On a boat, sailing into the unknown
To chase dreams, she left home
Now, silence her true companion.

In chaos, her mind revels,
Reality obscured, between deception of sorts.
Damnation due, on a silver plate
The truth hurts to a heart living in fear.

Slowly fading, wrapped in darkness
Strangely comforting,
Drowning in black waters.
Silence maddening,  
Shadows soaring,
Her song is all that's heard.
©Meenu Syriac
Meenu Syriac May 2014
Dire motives of the world around, you keep me calm.
When a storm rages on inside me, i see no harm.
And when the rain slows to a drizzle, I turn around and watch you take your place.
The sun shines,
And you still want to stay.
*I can't help but wonder, if I'm worth someone for you to gaze.

As the light breaks through the clouds,
You help me up from the ruins I laid.
You stay around till heavens stop crying
Pick me up and set me on a cloud, flying.
Tears wiped and forgotten
Dreams built, never broken.
Even if the world gives up on me,
*You'll stay till the end and be my saving grace.
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
The dusk with its setting sun
Hanging low upon the seaside.
Rising tides, promises of forgotten nights.
The sky, with an orange hue, graying.
The distant rumble of an oncoming storm
The wind picking up speed,
Steadily climbing to its zenith.
And here I stand facing the world,
A life starting to take its toll.
In a while, the waves will rise,
Rise and engulf the shore.
And here I'll be, right where you left me.
Hope, setting low as the sun.
And in these waters I will drown,
Willingly, blissfully saying my last vows.
In this rain, you won't see me cry
In this storm, I'll say my last goodbye.

And another life bids farewell,
Not having waited long enough,
*For the rising sun.
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
She
Meenu Syriac Mar 2017
She
She is a storm, an earthquake
Loud and thunderous.
That relentless, fervent soul,
Spitting flames that burn you whole. Dreamer, believer
With roots that entwine deep with the ground
And branches that tower high above.
She can walk on fire,
Leave you breathless for more.
She was once you and me,
Trading dreams for convenience,
Love for dignity,
And freedom for survival.
But for every chain that bound her,
Every cage that held her,
She rose higher and higher.
A warrior stands under the burning sun,
And somewhere beyond the valley,
The rhythm of a revolution
Begs to be heard.
She has a voice now,
And she will never stop.
©Meenu Syriac
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 Jul 2019
I look at her,
her sad eyes and juvenile wrinkles.
A face riddled with scars and red bumps,
interweaved with healed and unhealed flesh.
I wish I didn't care about what I see in the mirror.

I wish I didn't care about how my skin feels against my fingertips,
or what I see when I search for my reflection.

They talk about loving yourself
but how can I,
when all I see is a hideous monster?
I know,
I know.
There are sorrows much painful,
woes more pertinent than mine.
But how do I tell my mind to stop crucifying itself?

How do I diffuse these electrical impulses,
from my eyes to my brain,
carrying an image of my face and interpreting it as
unnatural,
ugly,
pitiful?

I wish I didn't spend so much time,
trying to wash this dirt off me,
trying to pick and probe at the scabs,
when I know it's a part of me,
arising from me.

How do I stop myself from judging my worth
as the sum of these scars
that lie skin deep?
Meenu Syriac Jul 2014
I may stumble
I may fall
But I wear my smile
Through it all.
:)
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.
Meenu Syriac May 2014
His eyes,
Not a soul could look away and ever again feel the same.
In them, I see galaxies tumble and collide in a colossal manner, untamed.
Why look up for the stars at night, when his eyes,
Seem like they were made just for me to seek.

*His smile,

Brightens even the most darkest of days,
Worth a million tears cried, just for him to spark a flame and let it burn in me
Golden, can't even put together words
To tell you the magic it works through me.

His cheekbones,
What a wonder, such perfect ensemble
Of bones, flesh and muscle, like a dream embodied.
Sculpted by the hands of God, it must be
His personal favorite, no doubt, but this one's mine to keep

His hair,
The darkest black you can conjure up
From the darkest nights you've seen.
Lost in it, almost, while playfully toying
Such fascination with even the simplest parts of his being..


His voice,
I can't explain what it feels like
Without getting my heart to skip a beat.
Deep, and soulful, all in perfect tones,
Here I am drowning in his, almost, surreal entity.
Meenu Syriac Mar 2014
Look up to the sky
See prickles of light
And crystals hanging by
Some invisible thread.
Dance lightly
Under the star lit sky
A slow ballad
For our ballroom dancing.
Hear your slow breathing
Feel your arm around me
Hear your heart beat flutter
This touch of fantasy.
Twist and turn
And sway to your side,
Gently moving
Through our dreamscape.
Open my eyes
What dreams I paint,
There we lie
Underneath the star lit sky.
The wind in my hair and
Your chocolate brown mane.
The lights of some faraway city
Nothing brighter than our sky.
This cold winter's night
Lets forget the cruel world.
Under the cover of stars,
Tell me your story
I'll tell you mine.
Meenu Syriac May 2014
You're a starlight I caught myself gazing at,
I can paint you with colors of the night.
Looking out the window
You're that star in the sky
That shines the brightest.
So elegant, I can see your slight twinkle
Like you're doing your own dance.
I can almost see it now,
How when I see you,
My self, deep inside
All I want to do
Is join you in that dance.
Behind these walls I'll stay
And fall into this trance .
I'll gaze at you and weep
My soul is trapped,
No wings of freedom
No joy to make me leap.
With every passing moment
I paint you with the colors of the night.
I know every star that adorns the sky
Every diamond that dots the nightscape.
But in this cage I'll sit and watch
You're the one star I wish upon,
Every night.
I don't know what's with me and the night sky today.
Meenu Syriac May 2014
Shallow breathing,
Words unending.
Trying to see the world,
But you're all I see.
Eyes, wide with wonder,
Catching dreams, without surrender.
Miles to go, we've only begun,
Two hearts beating wild, to one song.

Moonlight dancing
And pecks on the cheek.
Your name on my heart,
Your hand in mine,
We'll walk this world, you and I.
Fight the odds, chase our dreams.
Starry-eyed, chocolate brown
Looking out at the rising sun.
Meenu Syriac Aug 2015
I know not, how often
Have I smiled with tears in my eyes.
Silently watching as
A quiet calm throws a veil over these lies.

Still waters, bequeathing,
A sense of hope and longing.
These dire days, I pray,
May one day be forgiving.

And I have kept my heart locked,
Dark and protected.
Once so welcoming to the world
Lo! The pain to which it was subjected.

Now as I gaze back,
To the storms I have braved,
Demons tamed,
With dreams, my dearest, I had paid.

I look into your eyes,
There is warmth, beckoning.
I have come so far,
Wished on stars afar, for this tale that is unfolding.

I know not, what tomorrow holds,
Thorns, nay, wild flowers.
But I know now, for sure,
*That even love can start fires.
©Meenu Syriac
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
She was girl
A shadow bound to her
With her stolen glances
She saw the world.
Too afraid to look up
And be scorched by the hurt.
Imprisoned in a tower,
A product of her mind.
Through the barred windows
She knew of life.

She was a girl
With her whole life ahead.
But all she ever felt
Was the pain that never healed.
Through the fog and the mist
And the blizzard, she made her way,
All the while feeling lost and torn away.

She was a girl
And she knew love like no other.
Yet the emptiness persisted,
Hollow, her heart couldn't be renewed.
Happiness followed,
But her dread always present
She lost her way,
Yet managed to stay close to home.

She was a girl
A shadow bound to her.
She was a girl
With the long face and sad eyes.
But no one quite knew
*Why she smiled so much that day.
Meenu Syriac Sep 2014
She is meant to be weak,
Silent and submissive,
In a world where only men rule.
She is to be rescued,
Because she is incapable,
That is all she is meant to know,
Locked away in the tallest tower,
Every fairytale retold in the girl's mind.
To limit her speech, her ideas, her rights,
To be pretty, dumb and stupid,
Only to be looked upon.
And as she grew, as she blossomed,
Her eyes spoke countless volumes of sadness.
Sexualized in a world where the savages disfigured innocence.
She was voiceless,
Lost to the noise of mindless inhumane babble.

And she looked out at the horizon,
Watching the waves race towards the shore,
The sun as it peeked out, from behind,
Only to bring light into this immortalized darkness.
She put her hands up,
Knowing one day she would touch the sky.
She knew she was stronger,
More than who she was brought up believing,
Meant to be who she was,
And everything she could be,
Every bit of the universe,
Every grain of sand,
Every idea that makes us human,
Equally,
*Both woman and man.
©Meenu Syriac

(Something that I felt like I needed to address on after hearing Emma Watson's compelling speech on Feminism for the UN Women.)
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!
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
Twisted, unsymmetrical
Curled into a ball,
Tainted, bloated
In the corner of a room.

Dust settles
Covers her facade
As she sleeps,
A dreamless array.

Beneath the layers
Her mind, portrays
She relapses into a world,
Surreal.

Mindless babble
Incomprehensible sorrow
She sleeps on,
Escaping the shadow .

Left in a corner
For years stuck in this state.
Her bones hollow,
Twisted out of shape.

She cried alone,
Now she cries no more
Her voice has fallen,
Fallen on them, deaf ears.
Meenu Syriac Apr 2014
Weeds, that's what they are.
               Walking on weeds and wilted flowers.
Thorns pierce and sear through my cover
                Pricking, tearing and hurting my pride.
Stones, hard and round
                Pelted at me with no mercy at hand.
Did you call for me from across the desert?
                Maybe it's this loneliness that wants to listen to voices.
Have I wandered off too far to find my way back?
                I feel like a destitute, no creed,  no power.
This hot wind rages like a fire, interminable,
                 Ashes to dust to finally oblivion.
No, I've lost far more than I can offer
                 Only memories exist to bind me together
I've given up far too many times to even try
                  Take me Home, I cannot put one more step yonder
Take me Homeward bound, oh swirling wind
                   Just take me Home.
Meenu Syriac Jul 2014
The kiss, reminisce to a hot summer afternoon,
The scent of him, hangs like a cloud above my head .
And every breath burns, like a flame set on fire, inside me.
His touch, dissolves, now a part of my very being,
His taste still lingers as this sweet dream of a passionate love affair.
And as the night draws closer, my soul aches for the sound of him,
And with every beat of my heart, his coincides to be of one.
Sweet nothing, as true as the sun that rises in the east.
And into his arms I fall, onto a bed of roses,
Underneath the sheets, skin and skin meet, burning desires,
As the dreamer in me awakes.
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
Tarnished silver,
Under the bed you hide
Worthless now, its value
Judged 'neath a golden pride.
Twisted hands, your bones may break
Seal off your lungs as they waste away.
The poison attacks, cripples your very breath
But slow to the chase.
As the air evades every inch of you,
Find yourself give in to your darkest days.
And from the dungeons of your soul,
Come the cries of pure fear.
Stretch out your arms, let the light heal.
Plunder yourself,
See what the devil deals.
Lash out your anger that holds you in chains
Tear off the disguise and reveal who you are within.
Tarnished silver,
Your heart beats like a wild drum, whole,
Echoing sound, reverberating through your redundant soul.
Deranged natives take a stance to shield,
Isn't that yourself, this war you rage inside your head?
In your mind these words form, subtle shapes adorned
But a vicious motive lies underneath them, pretence and lies
Tarnished silver you are
Never worth the gold nor a price.
Always fighting the world
And never being who you are.
One day you'll look back,
And see nothing but misguided pride.
Know your self worth.
Meenu Syriac Apr 2014
Watching her sit with her crossed legs
And her gaze upwards
Like the world is too petty
For her eyes to surrender.
She was magnificent, yes
But her looks feigned a lie
Her eyes could **** with intense fire
Her scent was amicable
For her preying hands
And if a being so unfortunate
Crosses her path
Or meets her eyes
She springs like a cheetah
And rips them apart,
Metaphorically, of course.

.......

My eyes wander off

.......

His frenzied looks
And unshaved face
Ruffled up clothes
Looks like he has had his worst day
Wonder what's got him so worked up
Must be a hangover
Must have had a drink too much
Last night
Yes, I can see a wife
Beaten up in an alcohol-fueled mania.
But those petunias in his hands
Beautiful
What a contrast to the man himself
A mistress?
Or an attempt to gain forgiveness
From his wife?

.......

Sipping the best local tea
Sit back
And let my mind have its spree

.......

Pick pocket
Such an adorable face
Blue-eyed, her tiny hands
Slipping in and out
Procuring knick knacks and wallets.
Life was never fair
Mother's sick and in a tarpaulin roofed
Shack off the main street.
Dad's a drunk
And she's had enough with that nonsense.
Her timed precision  and skilled fingers
Workings its way for a loaf and
The extra change for her mother
Curled up like a ball
In pain.

.....

Change for the tea
And morning paper.
Picking up a stride
Take a left from the plaza
Into a throng of living bodies,
And to be one among
The many lives
Toiling,
Living,
**Breathing.
Meenu Syriac Mar 2014
Lace and silver
Their eyes you drew.
Malicious, but lovely
Their guilt you grew.
Tempt me, they cry
Plunging into their hearts.
Now, they call
The temptress,
Your smile so wile.
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
Beneath the panning sky of brightest blue
As the city awakes to a sun or two.
Morning breeze, a wind aloft,
Dreamers leave their slumber to rise above.

This town saw, yesterday, its longest night,
History made in a little child's plight.
Running from life, as cruel as can be,
A citadel towers over the common folk as a witness to his story.

Drawn from safety, from his, nest he wandered too far,
As he innocently walked into a wicked man's trap.
Cautious glances couldn't save his life,
In the night, all they heard was his desperate cries.

A predator out on the loose preying on the lamb.
Silent whispers with the wind blows with might.
Now, as the morning sun awakens this town's life,
The citadel at the centre begs to be heard on the events of the previous night.
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.
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
Whispers in the night,
*Silent but beckoning.

Shadows fall,
Breathing out smoke,
As a calling.
See the winds rise,
Ever so subtle,
Even death can ****** a man.
By the riverside I stand
My eyes fall upon
This god forsaken land.
The beast in its slumber,
But in its wake, comes death,
A tyrant breathing out fire.
As the river flows
A deluge into the dragon's lair,
Buried within the mountain.
The weary and trodden,
Their cries echo thru the night.
The shadows sing a serenade,
To the silence that reigns the dark.
The beast lies within.
Fire and hell
*Darkness and fallen men.
Meenu Syriac May 2014
At the crack of night, she swallowed her tears,
Been up through the hours, crying her heart out.
But as the shine of the moon casts an eery light,
Through the crevices of a broken house,
Her heart sinks low as the setting sun.

Drawing courage she thought she never had,
Takes a little peek through the curtains to the world outside.
No, nothing has changed, from the grey skies to the unlit streets at war.
The noise, the loud cries, the screams at night,
Somewhere, in this stagnant fear, a life fades into the dark.

She walks on shattered glass, an empty house, soul less, tears encompassed
Somewhere along the way, a few dreams meant to be buried away.
The mocking smiles of misery, beckoning, took all the light that prevailed.
All she remembers, that night, a shadow and closing walls,
She looks out the window, the days marked by  **The Fall.
Something dark, something to be feared, our future is bleak.
First step to solving a problem, is admitting there is one.
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
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
A shiver down her spine, as the cold morning breeze grasps her tightly in its entirety, capturing her if only for a moment.

As the sun slowly starts to make its appearance from below the ground, the warmth trickles her skin, the pleasure of nature embossed in such little details.

She brushes off the leaves caught in her flowing black hair, one to give off a hue of immaculate brilliance, pleasing to the soul and the eye.

She takes each step at a time, one stride to make a difference, and with each one of em, the ground trembles in silent, yet willful submission.

The radiance of a tan, her tone and color, not enough to outshine the glisten in her eyes, not enough to paint a better palate of colors that describes the brown of her eyes.

And she stoops down to kiss the flowers, welcome the saplings into a world of strife, gently stroking a leaf, to almost as if it lets out a sigh.

The Lady in the Garden, with her flowing hair, and toned skin entwined with lust and innocence, she stands by the rose bed, awaiting *the gentle winds and rays of the sun to carry her off into the low hanging horizon, spelling many adventures and journeys unknown.
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
Kiss me with your soft lips,
Charm me with your touch,
As you put me to sleep.

Sing to me your everything,
Under these sheets,
Let our dreams make magic.

With your arms around me
Until forever ends,
The night still feels young.
Meenu Syriac May 2014
Tarred roads, paved and smooth
Make more room for a man to loose.
Life conjectured and price unpaid,
The walk is easy, but not worth the chase.

The rough and riddl'd, charred plains
Through vicious and iniquitous terrains.
The struggle, molding a better man
Finding his way to paradise one day.
Meenu Syriac Apr 2014
Lost count of these momentary lapses
When my mind decides to rendition,
A reflection worth procuring
From the depths of an endless abyss.
Lost in a whirl of rising smoke
I plead the incoherent fools to take their leave.
The world needs introspection
Not silent admission.
Looking beyond the horizon
I humble myself to the infinitesimal universe,
Feel so inconspicuous on a grand scale of events.
These eyes of mine crave for the wonders
Truly searching for the grandeur in living.
These eyes of mine seek a purpose,
The purpose of being.
Meenu Syriac Aug 2014
A depravity of sorts, life always had a way of twisting her out of shape.
In moments of utter disbelief, she, the woman with her veil,
Would silently walk away.
Its been so, for all the years of her existence, as far as she can remember.
Most of it, she choose not to recount. Even her thoughts scare her.

She always believed she was invisible from the rest of the life forms,
Minimal space occupied,
Metaphorically of course.
But now she had her doubts.
Her fears were clawing at the boundaries of her self restricted territory.

Underneath the dirt and gravel, life threw her into,
Her eyes shone with the brilliance,
Of a gem of its own unique design.
There was hope in them.

The noise of the world around, gave in
As a soft lull accustomed to her forgiving and forgetful ears.
She loved but was never loved.
Yet she never gave up.
Her story was like the serenade the band chose not to play..
The most beautiful, but also,
The most painful.

And when she smiled, she threw on that veil
And hid all the hurt she bore.
You could see the tear build up at the corner of her eyes.
Glistening eyes,
The trademark to her soft face.
The veil, she refused to lift,
The truth always hurts.

So easy to forget a face,
But how can you forget the pain
In her voice?
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.
Meenu Syriac Dec 2014
Endless time and space
*Infinite

Unknown
Lost in the void.
Time begins to slow
Words begin to form
And my eyes begin to see.

As the tides rise and the ground quakes
In my eyes, a moment of clarity.
Words tumble from our mouths
Sounding trumpets declare war.

Where were you when the walls came down
As the waves buried our dreams and
The heavens took our souls?
Shed the skin
Layers on layers.
Our lives,
Written with blood
Pages on pages.
Under dying stars
Our voices fade
And all that remains
Is the sound of drums.
© Meenu Syriac
Meenu Syriac Jul 2014
I like the sound of your voice
How the wind changes to make it drift into my soul.
As pieces fall into place, together a dream it beholds
Stolen kisses are the best of all, lips meet to complete us whole.
Dreamers meet under moonlit promises, hands reach out craving,
Eyes that hold deeper revelations of the world around.
Best of all, I love the sound of your voice
Hear you sing about me, a moonlight dance of words entwined.
Meenu Syriac May 2014
I chose to forget and have me led by a rope
I held the blindfold as you tied it
And stood there as you set our house on fire.
I chose to be naive, dreaming of your eyes
And falling in to your arms,
Couldn't see past the lies
Or your dangerous obsession with alcohol and its vice.

Maybe that's why your  eyes seem dark
And your heart so cold.
You bare your teeth and smile innocently
Say how I'm beautiful when I know you can't be right.
You're voice was so soft , almost a whisper
Made so perfect, you'd get me to fall asleep in your arms each night
But when I wake up next morning,
You're gone, like you were never there
And I'd just sit there and wonder what went
wrong with my life.
Every morning, the same perpetual heart wrenching cycle.

I pulled you out of the wreck, if you can
remember and see
I gave you a reason to try and start a new life
And now you lead this lone revolt to see me die inside,
Maybe that's why you're wielding the knife.

Mom called yesterday, she was crying on the phone
She said she had tried holding it in so much,
Now she just wants to open the floodgates and let the tears flow.
Asked me why I was putting up with you
Why I wanted to go through all this.
I didn't know what she was saying,
And she didn't know how much I loved you.
David always told me how I was making a mistake
But how can I see the truth when I'm so blinded by you?

Why didn't I have the strength to face the truth and move on,
Why, when I look into your eyes,  despite the darkness, I see love,
And with your cold heart, I still feel burning passion?
Why, when you set the house on fire,
I stood there burning and dying
*But in a dreamy haze, still thinking of falling in to your arms?
Meenu Syriac Jul 2014
The Universe sang
A song close to my heart.
And in it I lost myself
Choosing Dreams over Whispers
And Life over Death.

The Stars called out
And in their blaze
I sought to find my Light.
As I poured out my everything
I realized that You were all that I had.

The Night almost at its end
I draw your figure in the Sand.
The dark skies barely frighten me
Not more than the distance
You keep between our Hearts.

The Universe sang to me
A Song I thought I never knew.
It led me home to the prairies
Where the northern wind
Blew strong, a magic of the Stardust.

I knew the Shadows
Would one day return,
A Haunting, my dreams never fond of.
But if the Storm got too rough
I'd sing the Song the Universe sang.

And in it I'll lose myself,
Once again.
Because in it, I came to know
The only Reason that keeps me alive.
*Because in it, I found You.
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
Meenu Syriac Apr 2014
There's a certain kind of silence
When you sit in the grotto of a church
Far from humankind.
In moments of prayer and solitude
Focusing on an entirely omnipresent entity.
The sound of silence,
No, not complete and utter absence of noises
But that ability to shut out the unwanted voices.
And in the midst of faith and wonder
The chirping of birds
The crickets and squirrels
Leaves falling softly
And life bursting with unhindered ecstasy.
And in that moment of silence,
Wrapped in awe and profundity
I could feel my spirit rise,
The silence cleansing a wearisome life.
Making me humble myself to a prudent God.
This life given is a gift to uphold.
No words could quench my awe of His awesome glory.
This silence is one that stitches all my broken pieces.
This silence is one that sings of peace, love and mercy.
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
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
Three feathers in her hat,
Highbrow society
Her nose held high
Her cheeks blushed pink.
Three feathers in her hat
Heels clicking loudly
Bags tumble in her hands
As she makes her way out.

One feather out,
Picked up by the wind,
Landed in a trash bin
Out in the city dump.
So much for all the luxury
That it couldn't have a go at.

Two feathers in her hat
Highbrow society
Her hair tucked neatly
With bob pins and bands.
Two feathers in her hat,
Won't let her hair out free
At home she dwells
Under her father's authority.

Second feather flies off in the air
Out beyond the harbor
And lands gently on a dock.
Unlike herself, this one found a way
To sail away in to the seas.

One feather in her hat
Looking miserably lonely
All that gold ain't glitter
Her mom never told.
One feather in her hat
Relentlessly waiting to go
That one feather in her hat
Made all the fashion statement
There was to know.
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
So the shadows haunt, bellowing winds from the east roll,
That cease the air and make heavens open their gates hallowed.
Rising sea serpents from the waters below
An old man's tale, one that came to life,
One that death foretold.
The horns sound, waves of danger, fill the seas and rock.
The ******, raging a battle within and out.
May their prayers run a courageous course,
Through the swift winds and upwards, where an entity resides.
Let their voices resound above the trade winds and thunderous storms.
Oh ******, may your prayers see beyond the clouds.
May them, grey clouds clear and the stars come out.
Sing your songs oh ******, to the moon,
This storm will run its course and see its end, soon.
Meenu Syriac Oct 2014
He's been waiting,
Watching the leaves fall with the autumn sky
With every breath that fogs up the glass
And every flower that blooms in his hand.
Days, months, years gone,
He's been waiting
Counting the stars.
He's been waiting
Only believing in
What he knows inside,
Waiting, with every dawn and dusk
That goes by.
And as her face, inked in his mind
Her eyes, soft with wanting,
By his side,
Like a gentle breeze,
Her voice, like the rise and fall of tide
Yes.
And this time, he knows,
It's not just another dream.
©Meenu Syriac
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
A long forgotten song, his name echoes through my being,
By his side, I feel no pain nor I hold no fear.
I see him rise, from the waters, a mass of strength and shield,
His eyes set free, a certain way, I kept concealed.
And as he walks into the darkness, his presence sets it ablaze,
To move mountains bare and hearts to pledge a solemn swear.
In his hands, he holds not just strength but empathy,
If in his thoughts there is a rightful world, I know I'll seek no refuge.
His words fall like lightening, on sand, to create a sculpture hued with respect.
He is like the first rain that seeps through my barren soul, filling crevices whole.
And when the sky turns gray, and mountains spew smoke,
This companion, I find in him, knows good and spreads it for all to be.
With him by my side, this world, we'll run free,
Even if the raging winds or deafening roars,
The fallen skies, and broken oaths try and wreck our souls,
'Tis a man I know, one with whom I'd love to be.
So a certain poet friend challenged me to write this. :)
Meenu Syriac Mar 2014
There were times she never knew
Her imperfections gave her broken wings
Her reflection sprawled over a million pieces of broken glass.
He brought her back when she went too far
He saved her from the growing darkness
She wandered again
Her steps would falter
He taught her life she never knew
He showed her love that never died.
She loved his love
He loved her all the more.
There he was
To catch her when she falls
Meenu Syriac May 2014
Rain, like a mighty shower fall upon this barren land
That doth the hungry landscape receives with open arms...
To drink till thirst, quench'd and forgotten,
And life rejuvenates into the ***** of the earth, to fix all that is broken...
Meenu Syriac Sep 2014
In moments like these,
*His breathless whisper,

Silent and comforting.
Soft eyes, believing,
Words like music,
That flow in a soothing ebb,
Ever so ecstatic in form.


If only I could know.


And in that tide of pure happiness,
That fraction of a second,
Wherein only the purest joy exists.
When our eyes meet,
To be known, to matter.
For that brief moment of time,
When the veil drops,
And he peers into my soul.
The warmth in his eyes,
Nulling out everything
That makes life miserable.
To know that at that moment,
My existence matters,
And I'm not someone,
In
The
**Background.
©Meenu Syriac
Meenu Syriac Jun 2014
The dawn arrives in all splendor of the morning sun
A thought takes its place in a never ending tirade of life and its endeavors
Shadows bound but breath escapes to find its freedom
Words arising from the soul shuns the ignorance but lights the wisdom
As the birds sing their praises to the sun,
Man awakens to a new era of peace, equality and knowledge.
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