Tej - Hello Poetry

Tej Aug 2017

I may not be your priority
What's actually wrong with you?

I understand but I do not accept this catastrophic notion
Who hurt you?
Who have you hurt?

I spend my every energy conjuring up ways of making you realize how necessary I am,
but would you even know Me if you felt Me?
Do you remember the soft embrace cascade down your back making every hair stand in applause for your leap of bravery,

Breathe

And for ever admitting to such a bold and indispensable feeling of Me?
I am bewildered by how hastily you shake your head at the very thought of Me, removing Me from your peripherals
All because it is easier for you to be focused on the clinical ambitions of your life
Wait, have you ever even had me?

How would you know?
Have you ever been so understood that it is almost eerie that she knows that about you?
Do you feel at peace knowing she is in the same room as you even though no words are uttered?
Is it impossible to look into her eyes for more than 5 seconds without feeling like she is looking right into you?

Breathe

Do you enjoy watching her revel in the simple pleasantries of life?
does this make you happy?
does she?

Ah ha! you fool. There I am, right there, Hi.

You do not realize that I am the embodiment of life.
You feel me in your work you enjoy so much,
You see me in the hallowed faces that flutter in your personal space
You hear me in the wind as it caresses the leaves; reminding them that it is the things you cannot see, but feel, that actually, and really move you.

You absolute fool,
You are nothing without me.

But you will see me, in her face, when she smiles tenderly at the stars, when she smells the aroma of unpicked flowers, when you realize that she has embodied me,
and it will transcend within you

But you better hurry, for I have no time for oblivious blokes
Be brave little heart

I will teach you how to live.
Accept me, in all my uncertainty and newness
I am evergreen
Love, it's always love.
I am in the every crevice of your life,
I will commandeer you

Just, breathe

Tej Aug 2017

Silent Lovers

An echo in our minds from all the things unsaid.

You have a beautiful smile
Do you know that when our elbows touch it's our souls that connect?
Your eyelashes collect the dust particles from all the places we have been;
and when you close your eyes I see them like the constellations I gaze upon with every hope I have for this world
That shirt looks good on you
How did we come to this?
Let's talk about the unadulterated silence between people
The truest, most troubled and carnal thoughts of you reside in my heart, move up to my bosoms and resonate in my mind

The words get lost in translation
The journey from;
My heart through my mind to my lips - the words I never utter
I stumble over them like uneven ground
I stammer like a scratched CD

And what, in my mind sounds like the perfect unity of phonetic bliss
Turns into a massacre of words
An unpleasant sound with words trapped by insecurities
A battle between body language, confidence and the other person's eyes - their presence

We are silent lovers shaped by the moon and guided by the stars
And to You, my dear, I will always write unspeakable words

#lo

Tej May 2017

They

He was a guy who did not know how to do this
Which was ironic because he knew how to do everything
He had time to fiddle with the intricacies of life
To oil every fragment so it turns just right
To tighten all the screws so nothing falls apart.

He even had time to look into the abyss and think about purpose.
And on some nights, he even had the time to say the right words.

But on a larger scale.
He did not know how to have time for her.
She was always there
Instant spark
Continuous light
Ready eyes
Open heart
But ever so often, he would disappear
And what a lifetime those days were.

You see, they weren't friends
But they weren't more than friends either.
They knew each other's hearts
They felt breezes pass through them the same way

There was this butterfly with azure wings, with splatters like the constellations of a thousand galaxies. It made it's way through her and fluttered into his soul.

But there was a distance
A literal, figurative and very bold distance.
Butterflies are delicate
Distances aren't

Tej May 2017

What contains the soles of my feet

You could have laces, buckles, zips and tassels
You could be green, blue, black or grey
You could have 1 pair, 2 pairs or 3 pairs too many
But there will always be that one pair
With soles battered but sturdy

Because soles get pierced
Buckles will bend
Laces will fray
And pretty tassels will fall off
But you have proven
In your splendiferous simplicity
That taking care of you
Means taking care of me

You carry my weight without having shoulders
You absorb my tears when my head hangs in sorrow
You cushion me
And I move you
We are a force worthy of note
You fit me like a glove
And I slip into you like Cinderella's enchanted glass slipper

Your sole may be broken
Your tag may be frayed
But you know my paths
and understand the way l dance

And no matter the direction
we will conquer the ground
The grease, the dirt, the rubble of a city, the things that poke and the people that step a bit too ***** nilly

You are my ambition to move forward
Or to run away
You are my chosen ligament
You are the comfort of my toes
Your fabric will rub against my skin as if they were naturally graced upon

I have chosen you
You are mine
I will tape you, glue you, wash you and mend you
I will remember to be gentle and precise
I will remove any dirt that stains your sole
And Let's leap into this world Together

Just my soul and yours

Tej May 2017

We are Russian Dolls

Painted by a courageous, bright and perplexed society
We are all Russian dolls.

We are layered to fit into our very many personalities ever so carefully.
We are aggravated by time
Sullen by sorrow
and elated by love
We are colour
We are complex
As the layers are disheveled by all that is life
We are torn apart. In half. Each time.
Hoping to find a new, brighter, better you.

And each time we are cut by size.
So are we really growing?
And just like that, we are
Russian Dolls.

There is many of us in one
There is more under the next
And even more under the more.
One thing I know for sure
Is
The colour we exude shines through the very many layers
As long as you believe there is more beneath your beautiful

We are all Russian dolls
Because when we reach the end
The innermost portrait of all that is You
One realizes that it is an infant
The infant in you
That just wants what it wants
to be loved
By You

We are all Russian dolls
Be the colour that you exude
And embrace all the layers that is you

Tej May 2017

What is a storm, you ask?

It is a force not to be reckoned with
The good, the bad
All wrapped up in a temperamental daze of wind, water, sunshine, and silver sparks breaking out of the sky.
~A storm is nature

What is a storm, you ask?

It is a catastrophic thing
Breaking down whatever is in its wake
It's fierce, full of horror and asks for no forgiveness for being so bold
~A storm is emotion

What is a storm, you ask?

It is a person, standing on the brink of themselves
Looking down at all they have been
Full of fury in heart
And soul pouring out of their eyes
It is beauty and mess to behold
There is a restless calm before it
And a devastation of hope after
~A storm is irony

What is a storm, you ask?

nature
emotion
irony
~You are the storm, my darling.

Tej May 2017

A Conflicted Mind

Life is a disgusting entanglement of shameless moments

Who are we to be happy?

Have you ever looked into the eyes of a weathered old man at the traffic light?
Drenched in life
Dirt smeared on his very being
Not knowing where or when or what will sustain him next
Bones poking out of his skin as if he is already dead to the world
He might as well be.

Who are we to be happy?

Have you ever looked into the eyes of a little girl standing on the side of the road begging for anything.
Literally anything
Hands out
Shame in
The fight for survival should not be a priority of a 6 year old
Yet the corner of the road is her classroom
Where she learns of:
The many different ways people say no
The many different ways people ignore her
The many different ways to be rejected of the most basic needs in life:
Food
Shelter
Love

So the next time you teach your children the basic needs of a human
Think of that 6 year old

I believe that life is a bunch of choices
I believe that everyone should work for what they get in life
But that is an ideal
And the world is not an ideal place.

To be stuck between a rock and a hard place
to be an enabler of the broken and homeless...but not the helpless.

There is a saying "where there's a will there is a way"
But the operative word being "will" and for some it is a long way away from their reach.

"Excuses
They have all their limbs
They are able to work"
This is true
But it is an ideal
And this world is not an ideal place.

I am not naive
I know how the world works
I know that you work for what you get and who are they to get anything for not working?

But for some, just being alive is work.
We know not of their internal struggles

And come to think of it, people with degrees, clean clothes and a roof over their heads cannot get jobs
What are the chances for the road wanderers?

Some way or the other we are affected by the old man's weathered hands and the little girl's lost eyes. But when our weekends arrive we dance away the daylight that has stained our eyes and shake off any dark imaginings that do not align with the present atmosphere.

Because that's how life is. Very few of us take in moments and let them stain us.

Sometimes when I laugh amongst friends in a crowded bundle of night life;
I remember them
So vividly
Do they ever laugh the way I do, and will they ever?
For me, that is the saddest and most purest moment of grief I have for this world.

And in that moment I feel a pull of emotions.
And guilt consumes me.
And in that moment I question myself

Who am I to be happy when the suffering around me pours through from every angle of life?