Musings on love

 

To write on love is a vexing task,

What form is apt, one might ask?

A dissertation upon that bittersweet curse,

Codified in an asymmetric verse,

Always poetry,

Never prose.   

 

A fleeting glance to catch the eye,

A smile to make one feel alive,

Words heard on a rainy night,

Letters that cause thoughts to take flight,

Never opened,

Never spoken.

 

A fleeting touch to the hand,

Makes you fly away to a fantasy land,

A place where thoughts can meet,

A warm rug for tired feet,

Never stopping,

Forever walking.

 

To the rhythm of the universe,

Nothing less than a miracle,

Two hearts beat in concentric circles, 

Seeking out their centre point,

Never meeting, 

Ever beating.

 

What leads up to that stolen kiss?

Distances that separate or bridges that bind?

A beating heart and a mind that yearns,

A seismic shift in the world one knows,

Never answered,

Always untold.

 

 

 

About a girl

I’ve been looking for a place forever,

A place I could call my own,

An idea, a thought or a sliver of joy,

Someplace that I could call home.

I’ve been living in this world forever in till now,

But yet nothing seems familiar and well,

The sand castles in my head on the other hand;

They’ve been washed away by the morning swell.

The world is a very large place they say,

While that may very much be so,

It’s still a struggle to find my place in it,

I find myself pushing myself to be alone,

When life gives me lemonade,

I run around to find the lime,

Well, the limes they don’t present themselves,

I chase them till I run out of time.

And glass of lemonade just stays there,

Perched upon the window sill,

I know what i’ve got is more that fair;

But those limes, they go against my will.

I’ve been the sort that can’t ever be happy,

There’s always this salty twinge,

That smile I give to the world is decided scrappy,

A sea of tears brims within.

I’ve bound myself tight with ropes of joy,

Upon the bedrock of the best love I could find,

Nothing more they think a girl can ask for;

But my soul cant keep up with my mind.

I don’t have wings, but I have a need to fly;

I’d rather plummet to the earth than stay,

I steady myself every time my thoughts take flight,

Then abort half way down the runway;

My wings are not ready, my heart is too full,

even thought I can no long tarry,

I’ve anchored myself to the deadweight of my thoughts,

This load I can no longer carry.

And while I don’t want to self destruct,

Or fly down that winding stair,

In my eyes I’ve already made a spectacle of myself,

At the very edge of the ledge, but you’ll never find me there.

The Gingerbread Girl V. 3.0

Welcome Ye All,

Welcome Ye back,

I bring you much news!

Of wedding cards,

And dance rehearsals,

All involving my muse!

So where were we the last we spoke?

At toil, fights and errors?

Of Gingerbread and that elusive girl,

About nows, todays and forevers?

So all that baking has somehow stopped,

And the romance is now somewhat of a nag,

The sands of time seem to have just eroded,

And my tummy’s begun to sag.

But yet her smile lights up my heart,

Her eyes bore into my soul,

My eyes still follow her graceful gait,

I’m bit like Alice down the rabbit hole.      

The moments dark now are tender and taunt,

Those moments of sun abound,

And thought she claims she loves me not,

She makes my world go round.

Two Birthdays downs and a third today,

Spellbound as her dreams take flight,

So often has it been that she’s held me close,

But even today she sets my senses alight!!

The Gingerbread Girl Ver 2.0

Come Ye all, come on closer!

We've got song and joy!

I'm back as a bard with a story up my sleeve,

about a gingerbread girl and a boy!

We were at lust when you heard me last,

with her smelling of cake;

and cream cheese, coffee and little Palmiérs,

and various assorted bakes.

But the river of life has onwards flown,

a lot of water under a small bridge,

from the rapids of love to the straits so dire,

disappearing from sight beyond the next ride.

Where do we go? Where are we headed?

Such questions in both the minds;

while the clock ticks faster and the heartbeat stops,

the fates don't seem too kind.

A million mistakes from the fathead bard,

as the sounds of his harp rings;

a puppet show that no one sees,

with no one pulling at the strings.

A dreadful blow and a hopeful heart,

a warmth amidst the cold;

that reddish glow within those bodies,

while the tears begin to flow.

But yet she stays resolute and strong,

holding on to both love and hate.

And in the darkness the lights glow bright,

when a smile eclipses her face.

The smell of baking now then is gone,

Replaced by her own burning scent;

The time goes bye and life takes flight,

let the naysayers lament.

And though I toil, I write and fight,

wade through blunders and errors;

she'll always be my gingerbread girl,

now, today and forever. 

In my head

So how does it feel? 

To be like this?

So much in love,

that you'd steal a kiss?

A burning heath with a dark hole,

the same person who makes you feel whole.

Head over heels with your thoughts in my head,

with you on my mind as I go to bed.

A smouldering fire with ice within,

a murky mind that knows only to sin.

Yes I'm in love, the sort that shows,

My hearts gone to you and the lack of it shows.

Yes I'm in love but I feel so alone.

all alone in the dark with no heart to call my own.

I thought I was clever,

I thought it was good,

I thought I had loved you,

only as much any man should.

I thought restraint was bad,

that there was much more to be had,

In being with you,

being in you.

But I feel alone, In love yet alone;

all alone in the dark with no heart to call my own.

I look up at you to save me from it all,

But I've roughed up my knuckles with all these falls.

You let me in just to shut me out,

And i'm left in the cold to rant and shout.

I crave your warmth, your heart your soul,

without you here, I'll never feel alone.

I thought I had got you but you've slipped away,

and yet over me you hold sway,

You have my heart and you nurse it still,

and through that bond you pull my strings.

And I'm in love, In love all alone,

And I waiting for you to make your way back home.

The Gingerbread Girl!

Come Ye all, come on closer!

We've got song and joy!

I'm back as a bard with a story up my sleeve,

about a gingerbread girl and a boy!

I've been away for quite a while,

and man do I have a tale to tell!

So hear about this girl I met,

and how for her I fell!

She smelt of baking the day I saw her,

s'was quite the brown eyed girl,

surrounded by bagels and cream cheese,

with little crumbs in her curls!

Inside the shop she stood with friends,

bus tickets clutched in her paw,

exchanged them for  I know not what she did,

amidst my bemusement and guffaws!

The seasons passed and there again I stood,

In the same old bagel shop,

with smell of baking still around her,

back into my life she popped.

I looked for her high and low,

until her page I found,

a morning walk was tempered with some coffee,

and her brimming love for hounds.

She blew me hot she blew me cold,

till my nerves began to snap,

and in that shop with all the cream cheese,

upon her I sprung the trap.

She fell for it before she knew it,

Hook, line and sinker!

And before she could say 'help' she was hooked,

with no one around to save her!

And now we lie and watch the world go bye,

and satiate our lust;

the ginger bread girl still smells of baking,

while the fateful shop's gone bust.

An Ode to your fears

We've been in this awhile,

things are slowly getting clear,

Away from the sharp rocks,

this life boat we've steered,

And yet in the those shadows,

insecurities seem to leer,

So here I am penning down,

and Ode to your fears.

There are some grey thoughts that haunt you,

of that I know;

They tug at your heartstrings,

that's such a low blow;

And sometimes you listen up,

when you're out there alone;

Staring blankly at your whatsapp;

fiddling around with your phone.

This dark cloud will bring rain,

and block out the morning glow;

As you sit there by the window,

all alone at home;

The stream of thoughts shall swell up,

and perhaps overflow;

As icy worry seeps into your heart,

and tries to make it cold.

Though rain clouds and flooded streams,

and dangers untold;

I'll stand there on the river bank,

and watch things unfold;

If you feel that you're out of your depth,

I'll throw out a float;

And though these stray thoughts I'll help you,

Steer this life boat.