Retrospect tells me that this is the year
Where my mind must ponder anew it all:
All these things I held true, my darling dear.
I go on a journey (if you must call)
Through disposition and natural born
Instincts and beliefs till myself I find.
Locked in confusion I grow so forlorn,
And though it’s you I hurt, you act so kind.
You must find someone else to hold your soul;
Love names me defender but it’s not I –
Faithless and worn, I should not be your goal,
Yet death ‘lone could leech my final goodbye.
    I figured out after so many tries:
    My feelings are fickle and my heart lies.

if you can't stand up for me
then you don't deserve to stand next to me

Crossed the river with broken heart
Buckled it with the threads of time.
Thoughts when flew into my breath
Tears went rolling down my pen,
Relieving my heart from extreme twinges.
Feet got impaired as I progressed
While the heartbeats in past dead wood
Wanted to ponder and yonder.
Shabby memories opened its eyes in slumber
While seasons fell off one after another!

© 2016 Geetha Jayakumar. All rights reserved.

There once was a mind fully defined

it's wiring now wrought with exposure

Time always comes hysterically inclined

disrupting these dispositions claiming composure

Why do you all gather just to shatter?

Grip another frame and nod to the banter

Your eyes stay vacant in faces like plaster

Lines for lunacy and the jaws move faster

Dawn dazed youth distracted by a sunbeam

Speak about nothing but stay smug when the lights gleam

Laugh for the alien with a sober reaction

What we lack in conviction we make up in traction

We only speak sense to a casual observer

Black light goddess with the vanity fervor

in these spaces full of frenzied freaks

The highs scream predatory and the time sings bleak

Complicate me for a dozen sighs

A youthful urgency sick like gin

I panic when I'm left with time

A stranger creature fills this skin

Excuse my mind that remains remote

Confuse an eye that perceives the most

For every answer there is a mask

Full of wonder and steadfast cracks

Time takes another creature for a ride

Preconceived notions fall in kind

A picture splattered for your crime

Some pity scattered for your dime

Slots for coins and the dead dance dainty

The pinstriped smile says...

NOW SIR!

don't be hasty

You see these moments you spend considering ghosts

Comparing their pursuit of legendary quotes

Looking for a season so lovingly stoked

You forget the now and all it's seams

Frayed from function but pleasantly pleased

Exhausted of purpose from the perpetual squeeze

These lines left for common sound

These lies kept for fine tuned clowns

clutter an avenue once so pure

sidestep obscurity now fully mature

Tiptoe the twine now used for speech

Tin can communicators for your leap

A rusted voice box silently weeps

Comfort controlled a room temp torture

Grasping a stone for the high stake mourners

Your God died a thousand times

Your madness was muted by a void streaked sky

I leave you now with so much contradiction

and retire my climb from a floundering friction

Bloom bound prairie

shake off these frozen confines

Brace for nothing

The sun stays away

familiar strangers cluster

****** another murmur with your abrasive tongue

Kick a can IF you must

This is a paradise for the broken home hero

Tilted shadows hide an uneasy nostalgia

Tree side muck pond ripple

A stone thrown for the sake of motion

A sigh retired for the sake of gumption

Fanatic ghosts reminisce over dusty diners

Tables like saw dust and lights dulled from a haywire hand

Grease plate pallet

you whisper

"God bless America"

into your headpiece

Indeed?

I think not sir

Dry toast and indifference for the soaking

Truck stop sickly and the road is endless

Rest stop epiphany and the desert screams with concurrence

Falsehood frenzy

our collisions grow more hysterical

grow more contrived

What a combination for the ponder patch

A slice of sanity on a pie full of red light liquidation

A drive by delusion

concrete echoes notions of finality

Spent for the folly

Sprint for the skyline

it keeps receding

I keep pleading

Show me what it means to be nonsense

Show me the theory that keeps us nodding like wire birds

wondering why we lack buoyancy

Wanting perches and obligatory blindness

Break me the way you broke the rest

A smile like satire

A mind like lunacy

Between I find something resembling reason

He lays down **** like a shadow
Thrown by a movie spotlight
He eats passion like he is
******* the juices of the last peach on Earth
He walks proudly like a naughty child
Who made a clean escape
He talks integrity like a lion
With a human child in his mouth
He pushes imagination like
A clown in a silent temple
He lays down ****
And it’s all over me

Worship the daystars return
The snowflakes of December
Rain swollen tributaries bound for
struggling oceans
Tall pines racked in stormy Spring
The insects of the long , hot Summer
Hardwoods beneath blue cover
Recall these blessings with the fondness
of a lover
With reverence of the likes afforded no other* ..