Don’t be a monster, you’re not a monster

Please don’t be a monster
Don’t let it devour you
It hurts to hurt but
Don’t let it seethe you
Remember when you were a little girl
And you would try to see it through

Don’t be a monster
Just let these feelings pass
Think of all the soft petals
Brushing across your rosey cheeks

Its okay, you are still you
They are just old
And hurting to make it through
Be nice to them, and work for them

They raised you with love and honey
And warm milk and enough money
For you to grow and smile

So remember those smiles
Remember their smiles

You are not a monster
So don’t be a monster
Don’t let their harsh words devour you
They still love you
And always will love you

Your mouth must hold the thorny roses
For their empty vases
Because they poured all their water
Into your empty glass
So you can be full and
Face the world of faces
And be quenched to face its heat
So don’t ever slip and beat
And make yourself feel weak

Serve them well with your full glass
And hold their thorny roses
So you all can smell its soft petals

And plant their last smile
For their short while left.

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The Fine line in “That”

when we were kids
we used to tell each other
“I will never be like ‘that’
We didn’t want to be shameless
seeing it from pure eyes, we saw what “that” really looked like

and now we’ve grown
and You’re exactly like “that”  nice n simple
And there seems to be nothing wrong with it
As for me,
I’m something worse- I’m in between
I’m both “this” and “that”

thus drifted             slightly  apart.

 

The windows to my soul

the windows  to my soul

are not my eyes lined with kohl

it’s these pages I write with zeal

to free the voices locked in the embers

of life’s burning coal

There are different inks to give the links

and express the way I feel

From the ink of tears I share my Pain

and the Hope I transpire from the nectar

of dreams wished to render

 

However the bane is just the same

as eyes give their secrets

when they shift or dilate

My weaknesses are as easy to read

 

when what’s omitted becomes a riddle

to solve the tampered thoughts unwritten

of the smitten child  hidden in the middle