Our Metaphor

The metaphors twist and turn around us

They spin us about like a carousel of doom

Take us from the moon and to the burning dregs of hell.

And inside this metaphor the two of us fell.

We zoomed past the sunflowers, birds and trees.

Too fast for us to truly see.

The way things were, or how they happened.

We landed in the thorns of the black rose.

They prick deep yet we silently scream

Each lost in his own quiet misery.

So much left to say but it was lost in a metaphor.

Of you and me and the forests and battles.

Maybe it was a mistake, for it wasn’t a race.

Who was meant to sprint a matter such as this

For in a marathon lies the true test.

Of endurance, spirit and also love.

it was the lamp of my twilight,

it was the light of my winter

and you stopped my autumn from coming that much sooner

but my pain was mine alone and my consequences,

just mine to bear.

It means the sky to me and the oceans too.

It was joy and so much more.

But fate didn’t leave us alone.

It knew what it wanted ... but it wouldn’t borrow.

Fate takes and never returns.

Its up to us to wait, and to watch.

For it could hold the perfection that was never ours.

And with my poetic license I bequeath,

A hope and a will, but not a promise.

Of a future of possibility or even more.

To make our circle a perfect sphere.

But there’s so much left unsaid, shrouded

In a metaphor of time and space..

In a forest of prickly thorns,

In your vines of a crooked fate

And maybe you’ll find the answer.

In these metaphors of mine.

I trace a line for you to follow

Maybe then the sun will brighten your canopy

And you won’t feel so hollow.

- 2007

Castles in the Air

The sun it bids its last goodbye

The sky pulls the curtain out .

The waves caress my lonely feet.

And I know I will be alone tonight.

I’ll dream of you through the night.

You’ll haunt my every moment awake.

Out of sight, but still in my mind

You never leave, persist forever.

When morning comes, I’ll hope again

That you will be mine today,

Just building castles in the air.

Dreams of ecstasy- just you and me.

Fields of gold, a solitary creek.

The water cascades to my knee.

My heart inside leaps silently.

The cool canopy, dark and deep.

The forest floor, and your soul.

What more can I need today?

Right here we’ll forever stay.

The silence, the quiet comfort.

With you by my side.

Its all I’ll ever want.

But I’ll wonder.. it is real.

Are you just a fragile figment?

Lucid, … but reality is a blur.

I wouldn’t know till I wake

And you from me it will take.

I wish to never stir from this

The paradise I’ve created.

Sink deeper and deeper

Into this realm of my own.

Quiet , hidden,unknown

- 2006

Past the Shadow

Not a word would be told,

After all, who could be so bold?

Their eyes just blankly stare…

All cowards, what pain can they bear?

She just stands alone, in the spotlight

She was there all along,but the dark,

Oh, the dark made them blind.

The difference has made it far too stark.

They continue to stay dumb,

Still life is what they’ve all become.

Not a protest, their voices now fail.

The silence kills like a scorpion’s tail.

Fear, its funny, can change us all.

From the pinnacle of pro-action we fall.

To the bowels of conformity.

Acceptance is now our greatest ambition.

Somewhere past the shadows,

Lingers faintly a lone voice.

And that’s all it remains.

Until some day, a revolution tries

To free us of our shackled mouths.

- 2007

Mimic

A mere mirror ,

Nothing more,

a poor mimic.

But to be more

I fear, yes, I fear.

Why do I fear

What do I fear?

Ask me you all,

ask me out loud

But no, that you can’t

For you too fear,

It is true, that is what we do.

Society, I seek acceptance,

As we all do.

We need comfort,

For secure we must feel,

The walls, we beg, do not

Come tumbling down.

I dare, do i?

To break these shackles,

To free my mind

And destroy the fear,

But it is fear, yes fear,

Which keeps me here.

So safe, so alive.

Or am I alive?

Where the eagles roam,

The heart is free,

And feels no shame.

Is this utopia never to be?

Or shall I ask,

This mimic of mine.

Where shall I tread?

Is this the path to be?

I ask you all,

A realist I be?

For now, and later.

Forever treading with utmost care.

Can I dare?

Shall I open my wings

And soar to paradise?

Or will I remain a mirror?

A mere mimic..

Is that all there is to be?

- 2006

Bubble

In our perfect bubble worlds, we

Condemn those who’ve been led astray

Who’s to blame, that’s left to us to say.

Fingers always point the other way.

Beneath the façade of frivolous vice,

Live the confused minds of a generation.

Torn apart by the contrary ideals

Of the world and their nation

.

In the pinnacle of a success,

There lives the tale of a failure.

In every happy memory we see,

The remnants of a life of misery.

There are two sides to every tale,

Which one we see is a choice we make.

The grass might be greener on the other side,

But the sky has to be bluer here.

For after all there is a tail in every coin

Under the mighty presidential head.

And in this tail lies the truth,

The solution to the problems left unsaid.

If we seek , we shall find

A middle ground of peace and equanimity,

Far from this hatred and misunderstanding.

And this malaise that plagues our world.

A paradise outside the bubbles we’ve blown

To hide our truths and secrets in.

A land of perfection, eternally honest.

Just waiting for us to make our own.

- 2007

Makeup

Her eyeliner was smudged,

Liquid lines marked her perfect cheek.

An interruption of white by the pale grey streaks.

Dry tears a glaring reminder,

Of every slip, every mistake ever made.

Her hair was askew,

The soft brown fringe rested a mess,

On her forehead, a mismatched headdress.

The wetness evident on her brow,

From tears or sweat, I do not know.

Her lipstick was smeared,

The blood red marks across her chin

Of such ferocity, like blood it stood,

Taken by a foe as vendetta won,

Initiating a war for generations undone.

This makeup of hers, it spoke so loud.

To shut my eyes was not nearly enough.

It rang through the halls, wild and rough.

It told a story, of love undone.

Of fear and pain and much more to come.

- 2007

Destiny

Destiny

Destiny, they say

Is your guiding light.

It shapes your life

And takes you high.

It’s written, they say

That’s how it will be.

It unchangeable, you see.

So all you can do is pray,

And hope yours is blessed.

But who decides destiny?

Shouldn’t I have a say,

In what I do and may

Be one day?

Destiny, I think

Is a choice you make.

On which path you take

In the crossroads of life.

It’s a faith, a religion

A personal choice.

And change is a part

Of this unending path.

Opportunities enter and exit,

Seize yours and watch

As the path takes a turn,

For the better or worse.

It’s up to you.

You Decide.

- 2003

Alice

Alice was a silly girl

The last thing I’d do

Is be anything like her

For if I did I’d be a fool

But for supposition’s sake,

Let me be,

Alice for the day

but do things my way.

So, I fall asleep

On my sister’s lap

And wake up in a hole

Alas, the end of my nap.

There was a big door

It opened and voila!

Everything was twice

It’s original size.

Now you might ask

What sets me apart?

From Alice the fool

I’ll tell you soon.

First, I’ll mind my cheek

And be respectful to the Queen

Of Hearts, and the king, too

But that’s not all I’ll do

At the tea party

there I’ll be wary

With the March hare and hatter

And the Cheshire cat too.

Also, I’ll stay

Away from all eats

They might be a treat

But not at the cost

Of the size of my feet

Last of all, I think

I’ll just avoid going in

Those millions of doors.

Like a curious cat,

Which lost its nine lives

In pursuit of what

It could not have.

Now that I have,

For supposition’s sake,

Been Alice for the day.

It’s time to snap back

Into my today.

- 2004