Gracefully aging,
Maturing mentally, I confess.

Shared smiles and tears,
Not carrying around the past mess.

Welcoming a new year,
My age I’ll leave to you to guess.

1. “I’ll kick you so hard that your brains will fly out.” (Classic)

2. “You think you are smart? I think my elbows are smarter than you.” (My little brother can do better than that)

3. “What’s that sound? Ah…it’s the sound of “me not listening to you”. Shut up!” (Always useful when in an argument)

4. “How’s the bitch treating you?” “It’s a male dog, silly” “I wasn’t talking to you, I was asking the dog” (Lame, but still works)

5. “Wait a minute, I know what you are at. Is this about the time when I stole your pencil at grade four? Grow up for Heaven’s sake! Heyy, I’ve got lots of friends too. Check my contact list – 1234234256567! I literally rock the virtual world. Oh, did I forget to tell you, I’ve never met even one of them in real life….um..guess I should shut up now..” (Inspired me to make a cartoon strip out of it)

Run with me darling.

Feel the belonging,

You are speeding your steps,

Keep up with me, let’s take the chance.

Try and shuffle the restlessness,

Your wondering where to, my guess.

The pace sets in faster now.

Pearl’s of sweat across your brow.

Do you want to cross the distance,shall I allow?

There’s a long way to go, are you with me now?

Run with me darling, feel the wind dry your face,

This is a life journey and not a silly race.

Run with me darling, hold my hand if you may,

I’ll keep the pace; for our strengths do pray.

Your face is red flushed and exhausted.

Have we gone crazy? Have we really lost it?

No time or space shall track our footprint,

It’s from childhood we’ve walked and now sprint,

As we pass by millions of faces, they see us

And wonder what’s the hurry?

Run with me angel, we’re almost there.

Thirst and beating heart – the journey we share.

So just run with me darling…

As I feel your belonging.

When I’m angry there’s nothing to hide..

What on earth do you want from me?

I’ve exhausted all forms of energy.

I do not like myself when I lose my temper.

All ideas out of control turns realistic.

Thinking of you now just makes me sick.

Why on earth do you fight with me?

Why don’t you allow things to be?

What sadistic pleasure do you get from this?

All the peaceful moments I’ve felt, I’ve missed…

When I rethink if I really am you…the voice to your sound.

That’s when I know my temper knows no bound.

The guilt of that thought makes me scream sometimes.

How can I be sure you don’t think of it too?

What ever be our differences, we’ll make it through.

My temper needs to be controlled but you are helpless,

The wrath of poisonous words and wishful doing,

When I’m angry, I’m a different person, a different being.

Stay away from me, stay away for now, my love…

I do not want to harm you when the storm sets in.

I’m the center of the hurricane and I have no mercy.

Chain me and lock me out for I know I’ll hurt you.

The anger inside of me is eating away the sane.

Suddenly the life out of me is drained.

My eyes pulsate with spiteful hatred to the one who provoked.

And there will be blood and pain for this feeling is evoked.

I can not protect you, the beast is out of control now.

The eyes are blood shot and glass shatters all around.

Blackness and dark thoughts hover in the air

She breathes fire and to talk no one would dare.

She cannot see herself the calm mind she was

Anger and me, I no longer care about the cause.

Wreckage and destruction to let hearts be pierced.

So that they bleed and know who’s the fierce.

Some untold happiness of having transformed

All so suddenly, there’s a sweep of the calm.

She loses her conscious and wakes up to normal.

And lay aside the dead and wounded and cannot believe.

She – a fragile, sweet person can be a monster..

I walk away smiling, silently petting the little anger,

They should’ve known better than to mess with her.

Adonis was thy face,

Achilles was thy grace.

I still feel your presence here,

Unaffected by time or fear.

Of what feelings is that of Juliet’s Romeo?

For love is eternal and death is mortal.

The power of the pen’s ink,

Showers through my song’s word.

It’s unlike what you think,

It’s a voice never been heard.

Feelings and emotions are but measured,

But my song shall be forever treasured…

Only the songwriter knows she cannot see,

For eyesight, since childhood, was taken from thee.

Only the songwriter knows she cannot hear,

The pain of silence only shown by her tear.

Words hold no barrier for she knows no bound.

She lets her words fly in her mind’s playground.

She cannot hear nor see what you perceive or hear all along,

There lies the secret to this songwriter’s song.

Gifted with silence and no boundary to vision and dreams,

People pity her dumb and deaf, she’s not the one who screams.

Her strength is upon the written song,

For she, the songwriter, knows where she belongs.

Amidst a world of fantasies and lyrics,

She alone can relate music and physics.

No, she is not the “deaf and dumb”.

It’s us who careless about the respect that is numb.

Pity her not, the simple songwriter,

She smiles at me, making my heart lighter.

Never underestimate a songwriter,

For she’s not helpless, she’s a fighter.

This is for you, my dearest songwriter.

No this is not a poem for all those lost
This is not for the magazines that cost.
It’s because he got me irritated,
Anger through words will be dissipated.
And so she bestowed upon me this virtue,
Though she herself of poetry, has no clue.
“Why?!” I scream “Why?”
As upon the comments that register praises of him.
I know I’m jealous and my chances to show are slim.
I cannot reach or touch him like another,
I’m oceans apart and distance does matter.
He doesn’t know what started this.

Probably I’ve gotten curious and that’s the price
I don’t write poems often, but she started it in me.
She makes me write because of the anger I see..
If I chose to destruct, I could, easily..
But what difference would that be?
No, I chose to write sentences, not rhymes.
But now I find myself clogged with chimes.
I do not hate poetry, but this unknown jealousy…
That’s oozing out faster as I see people praise him
He’s my friend not theirs….
Or so I thought till I heard the applause.
He knows not what he started,
Confusion in my mind.
I’ll hide him in my wings,
So that no one could find.
Possessive as time seems to train me.
We’re all God’s children, one big family.
She gave me the gift of writing poems..
All for what? To admire a man who knows me not.

To the “questioner” I love.

He asked me to stop crying.

He asked me to start trying.

He asked me why I’d grown weak.

He asked me why I was silent.

He asked me to heal my wings.

He asked me why I don’t try flying.

He asked me why I was always crying.

He asked me not how I had fallen

He asked me not who tore my wings.

He asked me to hold his hand,

He asked me to take him to the distant land.

He asked me not to thrive in self-pity,

He asked me to provide light at night.

He asked me to avoid the fire from dying.

He asked me to stop people from lying.

He asked me to hold him near.

He asked me if I could be his dear.

He asked me never to leave him

He asked to take him with me where ever I went

He asked me not to let my anger vent

He asked me to achieve all that I dreamt.

He asked me if I knew what I was,

He asked me if I was an angel?

He asked me if I could change the world.

With that; to his heart, my hand he’d hold.

Once a total stranger, said to me,”Stay blessed.”

It’d seemed so long ago when I was, in such a way addressed.

It turned back time to a forgotten memory,

A little girl, full of energy, like that in a story….

Having fun; when all so suddenly,

She had run too far away from home…

When she got back, everything was different,

Everyone had changed, ohh, they were so very cold.

She walked up to her parents, their hands she wished to hold.

They didn’t accept her, for she had changed too

She had grown older, not the little girl they knew.

She cried as much as a little girl would,

Although her age shouldn’t have allowed her, she did.

She was certain of her decisions in life…they were selfless.

Her parents wanted her settled, about her ambitions, they couldn’t careless.

One last time, she stared in to her creators’ eyes,

And pleaded…..

“Would you not bless me as you always did?”

They stared at her blankly, she knew what that said…

She ran once again, but promised to always stay in touch.

Several years later, she started writing once more,

Writing was her passion, something she adored.

Therein she befound…. a fan / friend?

Curiously enough the words,”stay blessed”

Came back to her as a long lost memory,

She stayed mesmerized, as those words were deep.

She thought about it all day, no, she couldn’t sleep.

She remembered her parents,

As she tried fighting the tears.

They hadn’t blessed her in all those years.

She hated them not, she’d hate them never.

She prayed silently for those words to be heard.

“Stay blessed”, he said, her fan/friend.

He doesn’t know what it means to her.

But now he will, I’m very sure.

The unexplained feeling..

She’s got a huge crush,

Not so sure as much,

If this emotion’s worth feeling.

I caught her eyes stealing…

A glimpse of me, through the subtle disguise,

If they knew, her friends would be so surprised.

I know not why she harbours this emotion,

It would start between her lover – an unwanted commotion.

She’s yet so sweet, doesn’t let it flow,

Although her smile, symbols her crush on me does show.

Yes, I know she’s got a huge crush…

Not so sure as much.

She knows I love another, so in love

Although she is sweeter than the girl that I love.

When both our eyes lock; it deceives my mind,

On our separate ways, in our lives we find.

It’s a harmless feeling until it shifts shape,

And yet this feeling is something we can’t escape.

I know I’ve got a huge crush,

Now I’m not so sure as much.

In our minds and in our hearts, we pray for each other

To lead happy lives in different paths…I’m not her lover.

She’s so precious to me, a status that is very different from “love”

Because I am her guardian angel and she’s my gift from above.

As time flies by and as we get older…

Best friends for eternity and to rest upon-a shoulder.

It’s not lust or a physical desire,

It’s the intellect that keeps alive this fire.

I’ve got a huge crush,

I’m now sure as much.