The broom sweeps left,
The broom sweeps right.
But before we sweep,
We must dust the corners tonight.
Dust away the dirt defining your hurt.
Yes, you can reach them, with your height.
Let's take the mop now,
Soak up the floors.
They become water-damaged
With those muffled tears of yours.
And mine.

This old house is ours.
We must keep it tidy.
We waste away the hours
Tearing it apart.

I'll replace the old rags;
They pointlessly push the mess about.
Stains and rings of previous mistakes--
I scrub, but they never seem to come out.
The tape holds them together,
These furniture breaks,
But still they seem to cause
This rotted wood to ache.
We're almost done for the evening.
Follow my lead, love.
Tie up those rags in the bags of
What we needn't worry about for now.
Place away the supplies
In the closet next to the light
So we can rest our eyes
And attempt to sleep tight.

This old house is ours.
So we must keep it tidy.
We waste away the hours
Tearing it apart,
But a clutter is much more workable
When two will take part.

Don't leave me, as you know they have before.
These seasons have weathered me—
I no longer open my door, nor come fervently knocking on yours.
Hide away the things I wish to forget
As I live within the life you’ve no heart to quit.
I place myself in sweet words that were never mine to keep,
Though you still lift the blanket back onto my shoulder
If I begin to weep.
I’ve shown you my thin skin and bruises
Though it's easy for you to turn blind.
Clasped hands 'round yours unraveling threads,
I smile, "Let's leave our pasts behind."
Because Poetry is Honesty
And I’m different from them:
I’m still here
To see through the lies
And face all of our weaknesses and fear.
Though I am no Wonder Woman,
I  try ne’er falling to despair,
I hold close this budding bond
Dust-encrusted
And so rare,
Then remember the times we'd said "together."
It resonates mildly in my marrow.
Penetrate me deeply with Achilles' arrow.
Fighting battles that are not mine, I had joined your side.
Reluctance and resignation only when you say
"Goodbye."
Still I promise “Never,” "Forever"
And still I don't let go...
Though which of us hangs off this cliffside?
What end must lie below?
The emptiest I ever felt were my dusks without you.
Still, our minds so exhausted,
You were not perfect, and I knew.
I welcomed it, every bit,
Uncertain only by my own flaw
And in those poems you didn't write for me,
And in the nightmares that I saw.

Keep Your Head Up,
I Still Love You,
Always Have,
Always Will.

∆

What if, i didn't find my calling?
Do you love me the way i am?

Neither very attractive,
Nor hardworking.
Neither a sportsman,
Nor a marksman.
Neither an engineer,
Nor a doctor.
Neither a poet,
Nor an artist.
Neither a boon,
Nor a bane.

Do you love me the way i am?

My grades are not upto the mark,
Yet i could be much more than you could ask!

People call me vain,
Passions none to name.

May not fulfill dreams cherished by you,
May not walk on the path shown by you!

Do you love me the way i am?

All what my peers have is better than mine!
For me, unconditional love is just fine!

Oh my dear parents!
Am i not worthy?

Maybe someday I'll find my calling!
Till then, please love me the way i am?

Please open the doors of your heart and let me in.
On the veins, I see a clearer picture of myself than on a mirror.*
Your warm oxygen provides me the cool breeze.
The incessant lub-dub is a euphonic melody to my ears.
The freely flowing blood quenches my thirst for love.
*Sentence me to the lifetime imprisonment in this paradise and I'll serve it with the boundless elation.

A storm was coming,
She knew it was close and it would devestate her
Her mentors urging her to depart
She could've left ,
She should've left.
Yet, she stayed back at great cost
Alienated and pitied,
For the innocent souls who depended on her
She could've left,
She should've left.
The storm is now her world,
But her children live in sunshine
She lays beside the beast each night,
Whilst her angels play with sun rays
She could've left,
She should've left.
But she didn't
For she isn't a martyr , she is a mother