As the heavy winds
With invisible hands caress the coconut trees
And the sky is painted orange
I walk to the little house.

And there I see
A reflection of you and me
I see the crown of dusk
Fading into evening grip of vice.

She was a perfect, beautiful mystery
And that was all of her that I had loved.

My name was called
In the very end
And I said so.

And Surprisingly
Everyone else
Agreed.

When the perfume you smell is familiar
But not the face.

A pool of useless tears
Blood and sweat dirtying the ground
Useless words that hold no meanings
Useless actions that hold no truth, no determination

This foolish one is such a waste of space
And this foolish one is well aware of that herself

But, what to do?
She still loves herself
She still hopes for a better day
And so this fool will live on and on and on
Until she is exhausted of life, devoid of time

I'm sorry
But I couldn't get myself
To love your empty words

Mila had her life set
She knew it all
The exact amount of calories she required
The exact amount of sleep she needed
She even knew when to smile
Even knew when to help
And when to shrug off the matter and walk away
Knew why and how she did what she did
Knew how much love she needed to give
Gave up offers of promotions for those she believed were better
Let others take the rein, never flinched when they blamed her

But she was alone
No friends to keep her company
No family who considered her as their own
No lover to beckon her homewards
She lived in a house,not a home
For people hated her
As they failed to find her faults
And then hated her even more
Cause she was so kind to them all

All of this Mila knew
It was to her another challenge
That she was ready to overcome
But how can one improve perfection?

There's someone who has to end the conversation
Someone who has to start
But who decided this order?
I will never know.
But it is confusing all the same.

And then I cried

Raised voices from the living room
The sound of glass breaking

I hid my face in the blankets
The tears soaked the pale green fabric
Into a grey-green expanse of misery

Afterall...
I couldn't let them catch me crying now, could I?

It pains
Pains so terribly
I can't breathe
Mom's calling me...
But I don't think I can go

Please dear
This is important

Oh well
Tomorrow
I'll tell her for sure tomorrow

Senses numbed
Dumbing down the concerns of the hours
By bringing irrelevant history to the forefront

I've kept my heart in a jar
Locked my tears in the sky
Don't need to cry or hurt anymore
But I feel so empty, and I wonder why

Mistletoe shade is scarce
Mistletoe season is yet to come
And like them I'm ******* out the life out of my past
Curving endlessly into the tracks of my last run

A stone in my throat

I gasp for breath as I drown gradually

Into a quagmire of useless rules

That no-one cares for, but is afraid to break

We know now why the caged bird sings

But that's all it seems

We know everything, but understand nothing

And unfortunately that seems to suffice

I had thought
I was a person like no other
Felt that the storm in my veins
Roared only through this body I own.

But then I stepped out
Out of my room and into the world
And I met so many, and I saw so many
Who thought the same, who felt the same

And I had thought this would cause me pain
But surprisingly I
I felt happier than when
I had cooled my storm in silence

I woke up
Happy
Smiling
The wonder of last night's dream still lingering in my eyes
Thought
It will be a great day
But boy! Was I wrong!
Never knew that our love was nothing but an egotistical illusion
Never knew that the lack of validation
From people I thought I could care less about
Would matter so much.

The cage of warmth
In front of my drowsy eyes
            I smell the stale stench of days locked in disguise

The common eyes
Inside sockets of a tired brain
            I stifle my nausea under a pillow of ****** pain

How they pain
These weak limbs
How they cry
For an immediate outlet
                   Relief! Where art thou, brother?
                                           Relief?

The great grandmother, who closed her eyes before I opened mine
Left her cold imprint, forever on my rounded forehead
Not with her own senses, no she didn't
It was the lips of others, related and unrelated
Who decided
To let her faint memory
Reside
In me
But
Does it really?

What is my name to her, a dead woman?

Who in her life, had barely been called by her own?

Who would never have known, fifty years after her death, a girl with her blood running in her veins, would be given the same name?

Had she known then, would she have liked it?

To have someone you do not know, have you as her "namesake"?

What makes a philosophy?
Is it the locked brain
Or the evergreen ribbons of change?

The racket of the crowd
Or the edge of sanity on a hot, summer night?

The high ride of obssession
Or the fluid ride of emotions in the vacant room?

More
This is not enough
Give us more than lies
Sugarcoated with prejudice

"The rally rhymes ring true
Clack-a-doodle-do"

We have never been satisfied
We want more
We have wanted more
All the time

Young voices have whizzed past your years
You have not listened
Flashes of red have covered your shoes
You have closed your eyes
Words if worry have trembled in your throat
You have decided to keep quiet

Oh great monkey man!
Oh great monkey men and women!
Look at us!
We are you, crawling in the dirt
Look at us and we shall
Take care of everything.

The notes of an old song
Float to me from the east

I gaze upon the emptiness of my heart
And forget my love for you for a while

I rest in the musical silence
Free from love's sad woes

           And then, my friend
                          I open the door to my heart
                                          And once again I fall in love

The pristine expanse of glassy bluegreen
White foam tumbling into nothingness and resurfacing
Long shrill notes that rent the misty air
The high oceans, bedecked with flair
There a glossy fin, there a sleek twisting tail
Boundless eyes, with many a stories to hell
Drowning in freshness, in the midst of human greed
Tis the creed of the mighty ocean, from humane shackles freed

People are dying everywhere
And yet we go to war
**** even though we cannot save
Hurt even though we cannot heal
We humans only have ourselves
And yet we fail to show a shred of kindness
When it is most needed
Rule of nature? Oh yes
Inevitable? Oh yes
Foolish?

That is for you to decide.

On the tip of my tongue
A tiny spark
That could ignite
All of my future

Stretching my voice
Until the very corners of the town
Ring with sonority
Up from the cliff
I shout to the unspeakable

And back to me
They send their silent answers
On invisible breezes
That carry the cries of the unheard

Then from the cliff
I sing their woes
For everyone to listen to
And for the masked leaders to heed