The Lady and The Reaper

Beautiful stranger, black in the night

Wavering from my line of sight

Blackened branches under pale moonlight

Casting shadows; delight delight

Weaving through the pale blue mist

Thy grace and majesty a wonderful twist

Walk behind thee, I could not resist

Thy hand in my hair; sweet lips kissed.

Casting thy spell, thou lure me slow

Basking in thy red afterglow

The noise in the branches shout, bellow

Weeping stories, Weeping Willow

Amongst the tree, the shrub and creeper

I saw that thou art a soul keeper

Yet my vain love grew deeper and deeper

I fell in love with the feared Grim Reaper

Beautiful stranger, black in the night

Wavering from my line of sight

Blackened branches under pale moonlight

Death is but of relieved delight.

Stab Me.

Stab, stab, stab.

That's all they do.

Stab you from the back, right into your spine

Cutting off all your senses

Whispering lies in your ears

Lies that you grow to believe.

Stab your lungs so you can't breath

Puncture your skin and let it bleed

Stab you again, and again, and again

Stab, stab, stab.

That's all they know.

Stab you with kindness

Stab you with words

Meaningless "I'm always here"s

"You can count on me"s

Stab you even when you scream no.

Stab you with kisses, with care.

Stab, stab, stab.

You stab yourself right under the ribs

And when you're lying a pool

Of your own blood flowing on the tile

You look around for one of those stabbers

They're gone.

With them, their kindness, words and care.

"I'm always here"? Really now?

Go fuck yourself.

All you did was stab.

Stab, stab, stab.

Stabbed me until I stabbed myself.

And then you left.

Stab, stab, stab.

That's all they do. 

Stab, stab and stab.

Riddle Me This.

In the resolute silent sits

The stealth that creeps at night

The darkness with the wrist of slits

A pain so sweet, it bites.

The cloth of blue now colander

A million points of light

Bright it grows yet bland and blander

Away and out of sight.

Darkness oh, does not seem dark

When darkness is of two souls

The poisonous black does not seem stark

When the dark is in control

Light seems not light at all

When a soul does shine alone

The lightest blue would turn Cobalt

The heart would turn to stone

Therein lies the question I ask

Riddle me this fair well.

Would you be together in the darkness

Whispering, not seeing?

Or alone in the light

A Craving For Love

Love comes is all shapes and size sand in so many various forms right?

But.. Tell me why the love we have is not the love we pay heed to?

Why do we have a hell-bent need for a different type of love?

We crave for the love that is like wildfire

With the bright, red flames that consumes us whole

And before we know, we lose ourselves

And in most cases we can't find our way back

We lose ourselves. So.. Why do we crave it?

Is it because that a love like fire is rare and doesn't happen often?

Or is it because we're hormone junkies? Riding on guilt trips and sorrow?

When a lover breaks our hearts we claim to have "lost the ability to love"

We claim to be "unloved by anyone".

Screw that. Open your eyes. See how many friends have pulled you to safety

Remember all the times your mother held you to her

If you have a younger sibling, you'll see in their eyes how they look up to in complete adoration and love

Think about the nights you were drunk and happy in the company of people you'd take a bullet for

So screw all the "I am unloved by anyone" stuff.

Crave the love you have. Not the love you don't. A love like a fire is still a fire. It will burn out someday.

But a love like magic, like the one you seen in the smallest things around you...

... it remains intact and unbroken, because the universe is built on magic. And the universe never ends.

Crave the love you have.

It's all around.

You just have to know where to look.

The Boy

He sings to me; that boy that man

He sits outside my window pane

Every night without fault I see him smiling

Sitting through the dreary rain

He sings his songs, so soft so beautiful

Heart breaking, a soft lullaby

His voice it tilts me over soft yonder

When the moon smiles in the sky

His long lean body shakes in the cold

And it calls out for my embrace

I see him through my window glass

Through curtains and trails of lace

Caged I am within these walls 

For I cannot speak out to that boy

His eyes smile like the Evening Star

It brims with unbridled joy

I long to hold him for I am falling in love

But I cannot bring down these walls

So I sit and listen as he sings to me

As his voice to my soul it calls

The need for me to sooth his hurt

Grows to drive me insane

But I cannot go so I sit and watch

The boy outside my window pane. 

Hatred For You.

As much as I want to be sefless

I want to see you cry

The uglier side of me loves the pain

You'll feel when I someday die

As much as I am patient

I want you to weep at my grave

I might love you, but it poisons me

For it is not me you will save.

I want your heart to break and crack

Just like you did so to mine

I want you to suffocate in your head

Oh, the thought is so divine.

I want you to be crippled with grief

To fall on your knees and break

I want you to feel a lifetime of regret

For every oncoming day break

But I want you to stop crying and smile

Look back and compare me to the dawn

I hate my self for loving you

So just miss me when I'm gone.

Lies

Darling your lips are red, they're shining

What poison apple did you eat?

Your eyes bloodshot, red blood lining

Your skin oh, flushed with heat

Darling your lips are red, they beckon

Lingering kisses on your throat

Your lush skin speaks in want I reckon

Your mind struggles to stay afloat

Darling your lips are red, they glisten

Like the diamond on your hand

Close your eyes and take a listen

To the funeral march playing band

Darling your lips are red with your lies

They're crimson, they're scarlet, they shine

Darling I see the fear in your eyes

As the knife traces your jawline

Darling your lips are red, I'm taking your life

It's killing me to hear your cries

They say an eye for an eye, it's beautiful

Your lips are red with your lies.

Beautiful Creature

He walked, his majestic mane it glowed

Glowed in the light of the morning sun

Like a million threads of gold it glowed

When the light was fading and the day was done

His skin was ocher, a million yellows

Colours that have no name

Beautiful shades of gold shot brown

That never once faded the same

He stole his colours from the sun

And yet he shines like a galaxy on his own

How is it possible to carry such magic?

When he walks the grass alone?

His voice was beautiful, a soothing thrum

Like the voice of a storm in the wind

Pounding, thudding and skipping hearts

The oncoming rush of whirlwind

How did he become so handsome, so majestic?

Where does he find that magic, that grace?

Why does he walk alone, I wonder

Why deny the welcome embrace?

Brave you are, my beautiful creature

Your heart is beautiful, your soul is a diamond

Throwing wonderful colours in the light of the sun

Beautiful creature, your spirit is darkened

Be not afraid of the light of the sun, be not afraid of her love

Let her warm healing rays touch your skin

She will shine for you, so roar to sky

Beautiful creature; my wonderful brave-lion...

...let me be your sun. 

For my lion :) ♥

Scaring Happiness

Happiness chased me,

pursued me for so long

But I ran away because it scared me.

Happiness stabbed me,

like a knife, in the back

But I screamed not because I was petrified.

Happiness pushed me,

off the edge of a cliff

I didn't open my eyes because I was brave

Happiness called to me,

like a mist creeping over

I sent it away with kisses and then I fled

Happiness held me,

in the arms of someone until I cried

Happiness kept coming, wave after wave

Until I stopped running.

And when I stopped running..

.. it stopped chasing.

So I chased happiness in hot pursuit.

But happiness ran because it was scared of me.

An Ocean of Tears

A tear is a strange thing. Why do I say this?

Well, a tear denotes so many things. One might call a tear the unit of the myriad human emotions we come across. A mother will cry when her child does her proud. The same mother will cry again when her child falls fatally ill. You might see a tear in the eye of a man who is so angry at himself for losing someone in his life. You'll see a tear in the eyes of a boy who did things he is now regretting. 

Tears are everywhere.

Funny thing about tears is that they are beautiful. They are beautiful, they are magical, and even if they are tears of hate, they are still magical. They shine and they catch the light and show the colours of the rainbow, just like how it contains emotions.It's impossible to imagine that one drop of salty water that falls from your eye carries a world of emotions in it. Maybe it's joy, maybe it's grief. Maybe it's deep rooted anger or regret. As humans, we can feel a vast spectrum of emotions. Most of these emotions don't even have words to describe them, but we have given words to a chosen few. The most prominent of all these is love. 

Love is like a burning flame. Get too close, it makes your eyes burn and water from the heat. Go too far, your eyes water from the cold indifference. Either way it makes you cry. The better part of love can be denoted by vibrant colours like red, orange, vermilion and gold with bright blue, light blue and pink. All the colours of a flame, blending together, burning and burning forever. The sadder part of love is in black. Complete and utter black. The same black that you experience when a flame goes out and plunges the surroundings into darkness. This is much the same with love.

We cry in both circumstances. We cry because we are so happy that someone loves us so deeply. We cry that the one we loved left us. Tell me honestly, is crying a weakness? Some would say it is. Actually, most would say it is. I think I'm the minority that says not. We humans, we creatures of amalgamated emotions cry inside our hearts... but it's not always so easy to let the tears fall. Crying is the first step to acceptance.. which is the path to healing. It takes courage to cry. It takes fear not to.

Every tear that falls finds it way to the ocean. Tears are endless, and this is why the ocean is so vast, never ending and expanding. It cannot be tamed. It cannot be forced to behave because the ocean is comprised of human emotions that fell down human cheeks and filled up the trenches of the sea bed. Human emotions cannot be forced to behave, just like the oceans. You never know how it will react, just like you do not know on which part of your cheek the next tear will fall on.

So, it's okay to cry. After all, if not for the tears, we'd have no oceans.