THE SECRETS OF LIFE
Are embedded within
The lyrical lines of poetry,
Embrace them to unlock
The full power of your inner being.
Then again, art is the most beautiful of lies
Still, always remember
That rules and models,
Destroy genius and art.
Don't allow it!
For it's the only way
To create fiction
That gives us the second chance
Life cruelly denied us.
UNRULY CHILD, OR WORLD?
Born and bred in royalty of its kind
She was raised with an independence
Far beyond your wildest imaginable dream
A life of doing whatever, whenever,
However and with whomever, she never knew
The meaning of No! When it came
To granting her heart's desires
( The true definition of being a free born)
So many a times, she stayed out late
Skipped classes, missed exams,
Answered back to people who's opinions
Contrasted hers, in her opinion, fool hardy views
Yet no one had ever told her she was wrong
Now, thrown in a limbo of rules and regulations
Morals and ethics, that have to be followed
To the letter, so many expectations
To one whom living was the only expectation
So many don'ts, to her -do- world
Are beginning to drown her in their immense darkness
So many punishments, to one whom was never corrected
She feels trapped in a whirling world
A world so different from her own
A world so full of violence and cruelty
In contrast to her own, perfect world
A world where she never had to shed a tear
Either due to hurt, lack or pain
All of which now threaten to break
One whom never had a breaking point
A world of happiness and bliss
Is now threatened by a gathering black cloud
That will indefinitely turn it to a complete nightmare
How does she stop it? Is the one question
That constantly sits just below her subconscious
Her kindred spirit and wild heart
Now feel, like they've been trapped in a cage
And the maze that forms her life
Threatens to darken her soul
She who was so full of life,
So full of love, so full of compassion
Realized this is what it means, to be alive
Being sad, lonely, desperate
She is now one who can't love
One who can't live, one who can't give
A shadow of her former self
A shell of a living human being
With no guide or motivation
No dream or hope, just wishes
For the end to come quickly
Will there be no reprieve for her
From this death sentence, she
Involuntarily applied for?
Only time will tell
As such are the dictates of life
You be the judge, of whether
She is an unruly child,
Or, she lives in an unruly world!
CORRUPTED SOUL
His mother said he was worthless
His father always despised him
Evidenced by constantly belittling him
His brother thought him stupid
His sister, his only silent ally
A confidant and friend in the shadows
His hate, planted in boyhood and
Developed slowly as he got older
A hate so consuming, to anything and everything
Under the yellow sun
For everyone,...but his little sister
He adores her, and dedicated his life
To see to her happiness
Her happiness lay in seeing him succeed
So succeed, he did.
From a life of hand to mouth
To a life of extreme luxuries
Unfortunately for him, the hate had also consumed
His youthful soul. He took in his sister
And denounced the rest of his family
Seeing them languish in poverty
Didn't move a tinge of emotion
Even from deep within his spirit
They cried and begged
Yet he stood his ground, even the servants
Weren't spared his wrath. He whipped
And cursed, and every single day
His heart grew darker, more sinister
Than the vilest evil
Until one day...
She arrived to nurse his little jewel
The jewel that shone for him within his sister
Who'd been taken to bed by the chronic disease
Of the south African forests during a safari
The disease responsible for many a deaths;
Black Water Malaria.
Watching the light in her eyes dwindle
His heart contracted. His hatred turned to anger
And he took it out on his servants, as usual.
She witnessed this, and was furious
She commanded, neither requested nor ask
That he stop his barbaric ways
He looked at her and laughed
No one had ever had the guts to command him
He turned to leave, but the sardonic smile spoke volumes
She stopped him, and gave him conditions:
She'd leave, (a fatal situation for his sister)
If he kept on his evil ways
The smile disappeared as he gave her his word
Later on, alone in his study, he reflected
The incident in his heart, a light shone in his soul
He was filled with admiration,
Then his sister finally healed. The admiration
Turned to love, and made him want
To be a better man, for her,
And every other human being, who had a heart of gold
Just like hers.
His life changed drastically, forgiveness and love
Instead of hate and revenge, now filled his heart
He was happy for the first time in years
And she, felt she had found love.
DEFINED BEAUTY
"You're too preoccupied by beauty
You end up neglecting duty
But don't you realise,
No matter what you visualise,
You'll always be ugly
With those marks ever dryly
On your stupid face?"
"Everything has beauty bit not everyone sees it
You're so busy
Trying to destroy
My youthful soul, because of my imperfection
Yet you forget, the cardinal rule of life
'Everything with perfection
Indefinitely has, an equal amount of imperfection.'
Don't you see, that while you use up energies
To eradicate my iniquities
All you succeed in doing, is expose
Your own imperfections, for the world to view?
The perfect disdain, while the imperfect maintain
Their hearts in glorious rejoice
With those around you too cowardly to point out
Or love you too much to accept
The oceans' full of imperfections
You spit out like poisonous venom
From a ravenous snake, your eyes
Completely blinded from everything
Your heart too proud to be over ruled."
"You speak of imperfection, existing in perfection
Just like quantum capabilities of the brain
Once suggested by an overzealous physicist
Were termed as impossibilities
By a world renowned neurologist
What you speak of, is as blunt a knife
As that my cousin tried to slit
A helpless clock's throat, for Christmas dinner
Only to end up with a slit
Of the main artery in her left hand
My beloved would never lie to me
What you speak of - is the greatest lie."
"'Never say never,' I was once told
Take a look at your long list of enemies
Enemies you've made across your lifetime
And tell me, if the following statement
Is mythical...
'Your worst enemy, was once your best friend'
For that, no technology,
Is needed for verificalogy
Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity
Since, artificial intelligence was made to complement
Natural genius. Both complement each other perfectly
But lack of one, causes the other
An incorrectible dangerous handicap."
"A man of character in peace
Is a man of courage in war
It defines who you are, or is it...
You define what your character is
I've never gotten around the irony of it
Maybe you'll have better luck.
Quarrels would not last long
If the fault, was one sided only
Then again, the artistic temperament
Is a disease that afflicts amateurs. Is it?...
The angry man always thinks he can do more
Than he actually can, and
Prejudice is the beginning, of the sinister darkness
Planted deep, in each of our souls
Maybe, I'm wrong, then again,
Art is the most beautiful of lies."
"What do drawings or paintings
Have to do with anything, since neither have anything
Save for everything, in common
What you are is a pretender
And like an extender, every pretender
Will always lack a home and friends
To share your trends.
Pretenders, are worse than murderers
Or so they say, but do I say?
You will end up losing an important figure
Through your finger, never to refigure
The happiness that once lit up your life, Me!"
"And what is happiness
My dear mistress?...
My apologies, allow me rephrase my anthologies
What is true happiness?...
... Don't you know?... Can't you see the vastness
The very word in wholeness
Depicts?...a hint? Okay!
True happiness is the promise
Of the beauties, our lives in the promise
Of the galaxy is offered.
The promise of truth is beauty, since,
Beauty is not always true,
But truth is always beautiful
The beauty of it!
It's a shame, you speak of I'll end up
When the truth of the matter, down or up
Is that I've already lost you.
A true artist lacks a homeland
My lack of identity in home ground
Is a viable example, a living proof
It's never a miracle to make a million friends
The miracle, is of your friends, to make a single friend
Who stands by you when a million are against you
That, is and always has been
The beauty of the true definition
Of friendship, as per my definition.
That's what once lit up my life
And even as the light flickers
I keep up hopeful, like spirited checkers
That one day, soon, the one to steady the flicker
Will be found by my soul, from the particles of dust
That make forth the people.
My ALL
When I look into your eyes, my heart misses a beat
And I can't help but feel, your great love and affection
For me, radiating from the depths of your person
The mere thought, fills my tummy with butterflies
And my body melts, under the warmth of your caress
Your kisses, make my mind do flips
In the air, and I can't help but wonder
If I had the wings, to fly into the sky
Would time stand still,or, would it pass me by
You know that I would run, a million miles knowing
You are my prize at the finish line.
Some say it's a fling, others call it an infatuation
Though both have one thing in common
They diminish with the passing of time
But every time you put your head, on my chest
To listen to the rhymes in my heart, or I on yours
I know for a fact, that ours was meant to be
And will in fact be everlasting
The promise of eternal joy, the bliss of marriage
Is ours to behold, as our hearts are intertwined
Within our chests, in an unbreakable covalent bond.
My eyes sparkle, with every touch of your hand
Every word of your mouth
And every thought of your mind
As such is the benefit of the love, you and I will forever share
Being able to read your partner, like an open book
Without the other, necessarily speaking out the verses
From their mind...and heart.
My love has always,is, and forever will be
Yours for the savouring.
It makes the speed of my heart, increase at times
With the memories...of the times, we both
Spend together. Every second, minute, and hour
Of the day, you dominate my thoughts, and
Like a piece in a chain, are my strongest point
And also, my weakest link.
Don't ever leave my side, I need you inside my world
I can't go a day without you
Most of the time,it feels we got stuck in a maze
Like we are swimming in circles,
Though, unlike the norm
It fills me with everything beautiful
Known to man. Every time I stare into your eyes
I feel nothing but satisfaction
That only you can conjure up within me
Yours forever!
001
An avid orator with a schooled speech,
A million poets with charming verses
Still don't see what your eyes teach,
But I'm drawn to you as time passes
Pure love has a blind eye
Which is not ignorant of a fault
But soon let's it fly by
Or dwindles it to nought.
On the verge of hopelessness
Your love strengthens my soul,
My heart gathers boldness
And my frame stands tall
002
The graceful degradation of the vigour of youth,
Valour, colour, agility, brilliance, now stale,
The fountain of the life giving crimson stream
Ticks its own life away, the cradle of life breaks away
The moon now blinds me and the sun's uncouth
The narrow gullies I crossed now swallow me like a vale
The past is perfect, present tense, future from Dreams of a dream wasted, darken my day
003
The still voice that speaks still
From the days of "do not kill nor steal,"
I heard it like a gentle breeze, caress my soul
When I was at hell's edge and ready to fall,
That the hands should rightly fight
Me, are ready to set me in flight
Towards right, with the trusted ways of grace
And the divine love we off mistake, then misplace.
004
Those blue and red lights
And a siren, make me uncomfortable,
Not because I prefer wrongs to rights,
Not because am a criminal,
But because those in the blue cabin
Might be as rogue as the crooks they're chasin'.
005
If your heart's a flower
Then let mine be the niche
In which you cherish to flourish every hour,
That I may glow within your halo's reach
'Coz life without you is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire
THE CLOAK OF DARKNESS
To most, it stands for evil,
To some, it stands for failure,
To me, it's the sorrow of living
Lost to my identity
With no sense or interest in the past
Or a hope for the future
I lack a direction-
And even worse, a guide
That'll lead me in my path
And struggle
To take off this cloak of darkness
I involuntarily wear
The cloak I wear
That reminds me constantly
Of my failures and weaknesses
That doesn't give me the time
Or space to become who I want to be
Or achieve what I want to achieve
The cloak that remains a nagging doubt
To all my hopes and dreams for the future
The cloak
That makes me keep asking
What it is I stand for
Or where it is I want to go
What kind of future I hope to get
It's all covered and consumed
By the darkness in the cloak
The cloak of darkness
That darkness my soul
And consumes my spirit
Leaving it in tatters and shreds
Remains of life
That breeds and inhibits
Only pain and hatred
The significance of this cloak
That once was the star of my life
Hits me like a wave
Every time I think of it
Though now,
All seems lost
Coz that's how I'll be
Lost without the cloak
In this cold, harsh world
Then again, I guess
I've been living, for quite some time
Without this cloak
And though the light
Is dim and shallow
I know I will survive
To live without it
Like so many before me
And still realize, my goals and dreams
To become the best I can be
Maybe someday,
I'll reach the light
And neither the cloak
Not the world
Will be able...
To envelope my soul
In their darkness again
And my spirit will be free
To fly with no boundaries
Not restrictions
Once I take off
My cloak of darkness!
THE WOUND IN MY HEART
For some many a year
For so long a time
The wound in my heart
Has bled
And even more...shed tears
The pain, getting worse
With each passing moment
Unlike the common say
Time heals all wounds.
Each passing day
I recall with regret
The injustice done
To my poor young soul
The plague of remembrance
Being my constant, and
Fearless shadow
No matter how hard I try
To forgive and forget
Now as I write
The verses of my life
I can't help but think
Of the phrase I've heard
So many use
About the person I've become;
Good girl gone bad
They say,
But for the majority
Who claim to have always
Known the person in me,
They claim it's more;
Bad girl gone worse
Which do you think it is
If I may ask
Is the person in me?
Don't ask me how
I expect you to know
Since none of you
Have met me in person
Since it's common knowledge
A poet, is who he/she writes
What I write is what defines
Who I am or will be
So I ask again
Which do you think it is?
The heart is fragile
Once wounded feasters
Especially,
By the deadly weapon, love
The most dangerous
To which there's no protection against
Pain, rejection, deceit
By those I love
And claim love me back
Cause more, intense bleeding
To, maybe, by
The wound in my heart.
006
I hate this feeling