The Other Heart

Based on the song 'Kadhal Seidhal Paavam' from the movie 'Mounam Pesiyadhae' (Tamil) and thanks to Phaedrus for his efforts....

Realm of taunting tiny episodes;

(You) Sewed my heart with thorns,

Into my eyes of deft swordplay;

I was bruised (by you) wondering;

If falling again in love was a farce?

So it’ll be – Loneliness my sad paramour!

Passing clouds I felt of love;

Monsoon deluge (you) presented self,

The (my) decision to drench and drown;

Left sun burnt involving strange denial,

I, existence was a mere language;

Your presence, I, a refreshing poetry.

When reality seems inseparable with you;

(you) Disappeared into a fickle dream,

Restrained from thought, (I) smile of wailing;

Shackled from pride, (I) bounded away from suicide.

A lone traveler of immortality;

(your) Persisting shadow stalled my questions,

A seeker I switched for truth;

You descended as an angel of life,

Showered with me the love of (your) words;

And when that love sneaked in me;

(I) Professed, perpetuated, beseeched;

Alas, never knew that you existed in another heart!

Spirit!

Aversion, world filled with flesh;

Naïve, self bled in mush,

Jaded, pertinent of hope;

Angelic, arrival beyond scope,

Love, not the reason I ask for;

Existence, acceptance of a free spirit!

In Time I'll See

A pillar of heartfelt future

Being built by;

The bricks of self confidence,

The cement of truth,

Dried by the sins of faith.

In time it shall be tested

By the;

Winds of doubt,

Rains of hatred,

Weather of decisions.

Time heals!

The biggest stone;

Thrown at the pillar:

Will it crumble?

Or shall I disappear with it?

Sweet Kisses

She rolled out off her cloak
She showed her tongue to me
I held her tight in my embrace
Her fragrance filled me high
She kissed me on my lower lips
She caressed my upper too
Her touch was soft
Her feel was moist
Once her work was done
I capped her back into my pocket

Ah! Sweet Chapstick
What would I be without you?

A Bud’s life

Generations we were of blossom;
Watered into little beautiful buxom,
Torn apart by time;
It was the world outside of chime.

My stem grew long;
Amidst the winds blew strong,
‘Spring it was!’ they said,
The new ambient not to my aid.

Winter set in; to fall others’ petals;
Frock of life vogue my sepals,
‘There I was’, a budding bud;
Dream of beauty off the mud.

Covered in white dew;
Peace, I minded a few,
No other buds bloomed;
Days of survival loomed.

Buzz of the honey bee;
Mighty sense I felt to see,
Flew in search of flower;
Hope of crowd she shower.

A new light she borne my day;
Fight of success I stay,
Chilly winds hardened my skin;
But lines of failure became thin.

Months froze time like the weather;
A fragrant garden we felt together,
Off came one day the sun;
The fight of survival I felt done.

‘Spring it was!’ self informed;
An early beauty extraordinarily formed,
More buds surfaced ending the wait;
But, I was there tall and straight.

Days went by;
Unrecognized bees swarmed; I sigh,
Wonders of memories;
Faded as just stories.

‘Summer set in’ I felt;
Lonesome crowd I dealt,
Wave of happy winds blew;
Birds and bees awed as they flew.

Smiles I shared of hearts;
But bee’s absence holed darts,
Open; I kept my hands;
But hopes turned into strands.

Should I wait for winter to set in?
Or should I dig what I’d sin?
I am a bud who bloomed in winter;
Lost in spite being a winner.

Everyday I’d bloom rather;
Fixed to the root I’m strangled harder,
Hopes high of the bee again;
Every attempt I optimize of vain.

I’ll wait as a friend;
Truth hidden before the end,
I’ll wait for the exact reason;
Ruing guilt I’ll bloom every season.

Ruing guilt I’ll bloom every season;
Ruing unknown of the reason,
I’ll wait,
I’ll bloom.

The Leaf Blower

High pitched call of ‘Sam 70’;
Eight year George pounded my door,
Worldly time besides me, I opened…
‘Maria’ I reminded of his innocence,
Pits of his cheeks I deeply fell;
Selfless happiness monumental!

‘Two hours and fourteen dollars?’,
Shy was he in business, I laughed…
‘Two hours and twenty’, generously enjoying;
Twinkle of dream polished his eyes,
‘Optimus Prime – you are mine’,
Rhymed the little soldier!

My good ol’ wooden swinger;
Bared my lanky weight: a friend,
Monocle burdened; my crooked nose;
Withering hands on ‘Wuthering Heights’;
Gentle grace licked and pages turned;
Gleefully interrupted by childhood autumn!

Back stretched I glossed the window pane;
Broom of a witch I expected,
Green note driven, he concentrated;
On every leaf that spread across the veracity,
Swooshed a border was his first stroke;
Swiped contingently his territory!

Time spread like the pain in my back;
Every leaf – a memory gathered,
Heaps and more heaps George collected;
Whoosh! Came the fall breeze,
Abandoned sorcerer jumped on one;
The biggest heap my blurry mind read!

Success against the gust he mastered;
The monster of bareness made puny,
King he was with weapon released;
Gladiator he made walking head high,
Shadowed thoughts of my childhood;
Injured general I received him in glory!

‘Two hours and fourteen! Sam 70’,
Surprise at senility unnoticed,
Moments of slow poison I moved;
Box wrapped in red leaves, snow ribbon,
‘Twenty and Optimus Prime’ I offered;
Excitement at juvenility blaring!

Million thanks of flaunting already directed;
Small smile of energy I saved,
Out ran George singing ‘Optimus Prime – all mine’,
Out I walked the pile that won its bare mother,
Hand-hip search my mind wondered;
Enlightened wasting I cared ‘Maria’!

Heart of child brought the leaf blower;
Today! As there might be no tomorrow,
English polo jockey I galloped windy;
Potent saved, kicked the pile all over veracity,
Another George, another day, I curved;
‘Dotage is fun. Isn’t it?’

-H2S

Previous Posts

Some poems I scribbled before.
Fall of Angels
Sweet Torture
Agnostic Theism
Immortal Traveler
I Wish I can Admit
Nebulated
Failures of Success
Return of the Red Phoenix
Dedication to some Memories
Red Phoenix Rising
Trial of Worries
Big Ben - My Soulful Tree
Only He Knows Me
Guilty as Charged
Misery of Insanity
Shine in Her Eyes
Where do I Stand in Life
First Poem