others may have wine, i have poetry

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.

We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.

And the human race is filled with passion.

And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

Dead Poet's Society

Saturday, March 3, 2012

broken

if being overweight is a flaw
I'm disfigured love
if not following your morals is flaw
I'm defective love
if not wearing the right clothes is a flaw
i am stained love
If taking the road less travelled is flaw
I am a failure love
I not sticking to stereotypes is flaw
I am  mutilated love
If not sticking to what the world tells
and not following the herd  are flaws
I am damaged love
I am broken

Friday, March 2, 2012

song

complete darkness
FADE IN
lights slowly brighten
the colour is blue
a girl walks in

the chime of her anklets
the tinkle of her bangles
the ruffle of her wraps
she sits down
the play continues
she plays her part
nervous in the beginning
unsure of her character
she looks out into the crowd
but the lights blind her
she knows she is well lit
but yet she can see no one
there is a strange comfort
she seems happier now
her face in painted calm
she begins a tune
familiar yet hauntingly so
like a dream you don;t dare to dream
like words you think but don;t speak
like the beats you sway to only alone
like lullaby sung with song to mourn

she has lost herself
and the crowd has found
a bit of them in her

she stops singing
they begin to applaud
she can see them now
yet she sees none
she walks away
she liked it better
when it was dark

FADE OUT


nobody remembers that long ago

She used to wear glasses and plait up her long hair
She used to find herself by getting lost in books
She used to dress in shades of modesty
She used to converse in tones of confidence
She treated men with looks of defiance
She treated herself with a touch of kindness
And the world with oodles of curiosity
She used to laugh without a care in the world
And cry almost the same way
She used to walk with strides of pride
She didn't care about what you thought about her
Yet cared enough not to hurt you
She was ambitious and thrived on knowledge

I miss her
Come back..