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February 2017

Priceless

You have given me
The freedom to be
Myself when everyone wanted me to change
You embraced me when everyone called me strange

You have understood me
Where everyone else failed
You didn’t just stand by my silence
You glorified it by deafening the world

But of all the priceless gifts
You have given to me
The one that is the most special
is the one you built for me
This sanctuary where I bleed
Without having to worry about explaining
Why my blood is the colour it is.

P.S. I am so in love with you!

Undone

I craved for you yesterday
when I was lonely
I crave for you today
when I have company
I will crave for you tomorrow
as I continue on this journey
You are the only one I crave for
You are my incomplete story

Starry Conversation (A Constanza)

I have way more conversations
in my head than I do with you,
Does that make me crazy and blue?

By starlight, I learn of patience
As the stars all teach me about
burning bright without burning out

I try to practice the lessons
hard though they may be so I can
love you without being a burden

*Week 9 Constanza of our 2017 Poetic Resolution. The Constanza, consists of five or more 3-line stanzas. Each line has a set meter of eight syllables. The first lines of all the stanzas can be read successively as an independent poem, with the rest of the poem weaved in to express a deeper meaning. The first lines convey a theme written in monorhyme, while the second and third lines of each stanza rhyme together.

Rhyme scheme: a/b/b, a/c/c, a/d/d, a/e/e, a/f/f………etc.

Cosmic Cauldron

Some may have been tied to you
You may have called them love
To some, you may have been
A gift from the heavens above

But none of those did work
And did you ever wonder why?
You danced still to the tunes
Of a music that didn’t get you high

Perchance it was ignorance
Of the existence of your soul
Or maybe it was sheer folly
Of thinking yesterday is the goal

What were those that came and went
Sooner than you or I could blink
They seemed to be there all the while
our brainwashed hearts faked a link

Now you know that was far
From what you thought was in store
What you have now is real
Unlike anything you’ve felt before

And now, while you fall in this
Do you, like me, pause to think
How every pore feels energized
The deeper in love you sink

That’s the stirring of the soul
By a ladle surreal and mystic
Sprinkled with blessings divine
As we churn in a cauldron cosmic

In Abeyance

Between dreams and reality
I scuffle to lose my obscurity
In between shadows and light
I shuttle to find my identity

No Accident

I may have stumbled upon poetry
accidentally one day
driven by extreme voices
strangulated far too long
within the confines of a stubborn mind
overthrown at last by a profusely bleeding heart.

But I am, by no means, an accidental poet.
I had poetry trapped in my veins
Lying dormant, just no escape..
Until that fated day
When it poured, never to stop again…

I am not an occasional poet either
I do not write because I like to.
I write because I have to.
There is a difference!

If you’ve sensed pathos in my dark writings
You have also seen the delirium
of what I become
when in love;

I speak in metaphors!

I become what I speak
I speak what I bleed.
And when my poetry aches
I seek refuge in his words.

Free

I’ve been looking for still waters amidst a stormy sea
I’ve been counting on you to set me free
With Atlantic love or Pacific care
How will you submerge my fears?

The Proxy War (A Con-Verse)

The knots in my mind were tight
I knew there would be a fight

It refused to unbolt the door
While my heart sat numb on the floor

It took me a while to understand
That this was part of a process grand

A proxy war that fed on love and hate
Did I know that I was the surrogate?

Depressed with this extreme realization
I coaxed them to an open conversation

*Week 8 Con-Verse of our 2017 Poetic Resolution. The Con-Verse, consists of three or more couplets which ascend by one syllable up to and until you reach a syllabic count of eleven which would contain ten lines. The meter of this form is in syllabic verse.

Rhyme scheme: aa,bb,cc,dd,ee
Meter: 7,7,8,8,9,9,10,10,11,11

The Interpreter (A Cinquain)

Show me
your heart’s deepest
cavern where no one’s been –
Watch them bloom as I translate your
desires

*For the Daily Post prompt Translate

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