“I love you mom,

So much..”

My cub holds me tight

And closes his eyes ,

Falling into sweet slumber.

He is feels safe now,

Knowing I am next to him..

He trusts me ..

I lie in the dark.

Tears well up

Threatening to trickle down my face.

How can I be his lioness?

#trust

Her inner demons are raging,

Struggling to break free.

Hungry for lust,

Thirsting for ecstacy,

Coveting for a voice,

Once considered as white noise

Barb wires cover her soul

Imprisoning her buried lucifer

Weary of norms that decipher

Good and evil.

Its time to rebel,

And wage hell.

Angels hushes the roaring spirits,

Chastises the fallacious calling,

Reminds her of the image

Of purity she portrays.

Recalling her innocent ways.

Evil ramblings turn to a whisper,

But fury in her eyes still linger,

Another day...

Another time...

#innerdemons

Always an outsider

Looking in through the window

Always invited,

But never welcomed

 A part of the family,

But a stranger.

Always listening in to

The family laughs of joy

But not a part of it.

‘Mum can we go in?’

‘No child ’.

How can I say..

We are the family’s pariah..

Heard of ,but unseen

Asked for ,but not cared.

We move on..

To look for open doors to enter,

Who will welcome us

No matter,

Who will love us,

Inspite of being different

#misfit

Padlocked in a golden cage,

With the keys in my hand.

This is my chance to flee,

To take my stand.

And conquer a new found land.

But,

the fear of the unknown cripples me,

I look through the peephole

And what I see,

A world of empty souls,

Produced from the same mold

Of greed,envy and deceit.

Living pretentious,

How did they get to this feat?

Tarnished by reality,

Bewildered by the brutality,

I return to live in solitary...

In a golden cage,

Until the end of age.

#alone

"I love you mom,

So much.."

My cub holds me tight

And closes his eyes ,

Falling into sweet slumber.

He is feels safe now,

Knowing I am next to him..

He trusts me ..

I lie in the dark.

Tears well up

Threatening to trickle down my face.

How can I be his lioness?

Sitting by the window ;

Next to my bed;

Thinking of my love,

and all the words left unsaid.

Words linger in my mind,

Struggling to be voiced.

How could I,

Truth only hurts,

And a lie sins...

I feel a soft peck on my cheek,

That makes my body tingle.

I long for this feeling to last..

Just alittle longer..

Words are silenced.

#silenced

#words

The tree is old and haggard

Two hundred years of wind and rain

Have seized their toll. Her ragged

Hair is torn by the screaming eastern air

She sighs and shudders, bends and bows

Her ancient head. A few last leaves wheel down,

Upon the grass, like tears.

It is the end.

But then I hear…..

The bony fingers of the lime are here

They scratch the glass and clutch;

She moans and claims me for the night.

I turn away and through weary eyes

See the dancing lines of black on white.

More sickly now they reel and lurch. My

head begins to spin; I won’t be taken in

Again, by words that lie.

On the couch - a tuft of soft and wheaten hair.

A year ago, my dog lay there.

As usual, I am reading. I feel his gentle breath, unheard,

His dark and sparkling, liquid eyes seek mine and, when they meet,

He yawns and lays his head across my feet.

I feel his warmth, his heart, his life.

And it is life I need - not empty words.

Behind me in my room, the dark is deeper now.

The storm still prowls about outside

And the branches tap-tap around the window.

Shadows sway and slowly sink into the walls.

My stiff and silent friends, drawn close around me,

Sense that something is amiss,

Their voices turn to whispers

And they respectfully depart:

Gold and green and blue and brown, they fade and steal away -

Return as shades to their own different night.

Now, there is no light. The darkness is a velvet pall

That lures me to the comforting, deceitful sleep.

But I will not make my grave in dying light. And lies.

I want the caress of flesh, that moistens and stiffens into life,

The fig that offers its dark bloomed skin to the loving knife,

Reveals and opens up the juice within. We drink each other deep

Our mouths are welded together and our tongues are locked

But ours is the silent scream of joy that spins the lovely world,

Screws up and chucks away the frigid lying word.

#words

The wind screams and beats

tears against the pane,

curtains shiver and move,

Grey is swallowed up in night.

The wheeling leaves

Twist sickly, fall and die.

Like words unheard, they lie.

I press my cold forehead to the glass

and seek his darkly sparkling eyes

his breath which alone gives life

#him

Couldn't you have been more kind?

Couldn't you not have been as old as time?

Couldn't you have been only mine.?

Couldn't you have been so out of reach?

Couldn't you love more the way I am?

Couldn't you have waited for me to realize

your true intentions...?

Couldn't I have been given love a fighting chance..?

Situations drove sincere feelings to its demise.

It always haunts me.

no matter how many years go by ..

It stops me on my tracks-

The memories of what had been,

The hopes of what might have been.

I try to shut the door on the past,

All is safe ..

Then..

A soft knock...

It goes ignored,I.am stronger than i use to be..

I hear it louder now..persistent..

It won't stop..

#haunted