An apple fell from a poetic heart
It fell into the lap of poetess hands.

A beautiful arrow of love
Flew from poet’s heart to poetess heart.
Arrow of words went piercing
Each other's heart.
It was the beginning of love.
Know not how many arrows
Struck each other's heart.

Finally both lay collapsed and wounded
Was it a sweet love or painful one
I know not.

Finally a doctor was called
He said root cause of this entire problem
is the apple of love
on which arrows were struck from both sides.
Finally he took out the apple and threw it into the air.
A poor apple became the scapegoat of all piercing arrows.

Beware, don't ever catch together that tempting red lovely apple.

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© 2014 Geetha Jayakumar

PEACE

The sun rises from the east
It goes down to the west
The moon rises from the east
It goes down to the west

They do this repeatedly
They chase each other in circles
Every day, every night
The same, never-ending cycles

Never reaching each other
Never knowing how one feels
Hot and cold
Soft and steel

But it's a sacrifice
For the common good
Just like you and me
You are the sun and I am the moon

This boy asked me
why I flinch
every time he tries
touching me
and I told him that
he doesn't understand
the pain of
being licked by
your flames
and the burns
you left behind*



B.S.

I remember the quiet moments
The times in which merely her presence was enough
To calm my fears
Of the monsters in the closet
And the bullies who beat
The weight of being unique
Into me
Watching the screen
As the tape plays back the common scenes
Birthdays and celebrations
All put together with the care seen in movies
I hold the memories so dearly
The love of a mother
Or I should say the love of my mother
Because I doubt any other could be the same
All of her actions inspired by the desire
To show us that
While we may, someday, doubt the world that we see
And find that life is harder than what we believed
That there would always be the love of our family
As I watch these home videos
She was always the one behind the camera
But her love was present in every scene
In the brightly colored balloons
And the creatively themed birthday parties
In the joy on our faces on Christmas Eve
The memories all playing one after another
And I find the care breathed into each of these
The beliefs that she nurtured in me
And I am truly thankful

I am not pretty perfect porcelain
I am a beautiful piece of coal
I don't care how you see me on the outside
Because I know that on the inside
I'm beautiful enough
if not more