It was her, in ribbons of gold
masking the swirls of darkness
playing in fields of fear and loneliness
hiding behind those beautiful blue eyes
The smiles were all lies;
a makeup to cover the encrusted pain,
and now she plays again

Crippling

How crippling life may be
when gnarled thoughts
and broken dreams
leave you stunted
into silence

She was a dazzling bloom
a daffodil amongst thorns
until the wheels of life
trampled her
into the ground

Leaving me alone
with pictures and memories
and silent, pent up tears
trying so hard to accept
the absence of her smile

How crippling life may be
when everything you admired
is gone

© Priya Patel 9/16/2015

Opportunity came by today
completely unaware
Neatly packaged in silver and gold
hope perhaps,  a prayer
Aching desires to do what's right
to do for me for a change -
a feeling so utterly strange

Truth be told,
I'm not yet 100% sold
and opportunity has visited
a lot as of late
Perhaps I should count my blessings
and patiently, silently wait
Perhaps opportunity
has finally found me
Let's see

Perhaps I am someone else's key...

© Priya Patel 6/4/2015

A forgiving grey
Black and white together sway
until the next rain
A forgiving grey
Moody clouds come out and play
a forboding and colorless sky
Black and white together sway
A forgiving grey

© Priya Patel 6/1/2015

And so the days
are truly passing by
like the slowest floating
clouds in the sky
77 days to be exact
So many days
since I heard her voice
or see her smile
It's been a long while
It's all different now
each moment of every day
never sure what to say
or how I'm supposed to feel,
how I'm supposed to heal
The joys are not so joyful
the grief so much more
never sure
what the day has in store
for my heart
I see dad crumbling
with each day passing by
His tears I can now taste
in the corners of my eye
and he doesn't even know
And so the days
are truly passing by
like the slowest floating
clouds in the sky
and I still can't help but ask why
why her
why

It's whispering time
when backs are turned and words flow
Each smile is a show

I wonder with birds,
do they chirp incessantly
we smile foolishly

We think it's their song
Love notes in the midnight air
laughing unaware

We become their toy
A mocking ground for love birds
we hang on their words

This is how we are
Spring to summer smiles for show
In the end, it snows

© Priya Patel 5/29/2015

I am a blur of emotions;
the colored dots of freckles
that scatter freely in the air
and I am sometimes the knots
that get tangled in your hair,
desperately trying to come undone
I am the mystery in a love affair,
like the wild midnight mane
of a dancing horse
spinning round and round
before tumbling gently
to the soft of ground
I am the imagination of a canvas
ready to be painted me

© Priya Patel 5/26/15