Monday, August 19, 2024

No noise

I will walk away tonight without any noise.

You will see traces of me gone by tomorrow.

In a week, you may think of me.

By a month, I will be a distant memory.


Our Polaroids will fade with time. 

But know that there are some things between mistake and crime.

Those are choices, you chose, everyday to lie..

Don't come to me because it's making you die a little inside.


There is no perspective to see through the broken-looking glass.

Much like trust, fidelity, and respect when lost is not found.

I hope we find the courage to do what is right by us.

So let's grow apart, I have nothing to see or believe and our directions are lost.


Goodbye my friend, I suppose our time was till now.

I believed our friendship would transcend a lifetime.

I will see you again, maybe in the next life. 

When you and I are different and when our values may align.

 

I will go alone in the night with no noise.

I will not fight and make you stay.

I will not say what you did right or did not.

For I am done with this lie you love.





Thursday, July 11, 2024

Redamancy

There is a part of me that yearns,

to be found and loved.

I look for it in the mountains, 

hoping to profess my love and hear it back in the echoes.


Like a kite flying freely yet tethered, 

pull my strings if I stray, 

keep me safe on a stormy day,

dream with me for a sunny sky.


But I know I am a liar and a cheat.

I begged for the love I coveted 

and I have truly never returned it back,

not in the same manner, not with the same empathy.


So, while I stare back at the mirror with my entitlement, 

I wonder at the sheer audacity of the dreamers,

those who jumped off a cliff with fate in their love hoping to be saved.

Brave or foolish are all the results of the outcome it seems.

And those of the self-sacrificing angles,

who give up on their love for it the only way to see the one they love happy.


In the existence of these conundrums, 

I may never know the answers to these questions,

I write with the thoughts of redamare.

Oh, what it means to be fully loved in return for your love? 

and how do you know that you ever know that you are fully loved in return?

Friday, March 15, 2024

A boy who loved flowers

I fell in love with a boy who loved flowers.

He could go on and on about his favorite colors and shapes.

His nursery had tiers of flowers that bloomed all season.

He let me in on his secret, how when he smiled the flowers bloomed.


"A little kindness goes a long way.

The creatures of the forest also want a little attention", he said.

We met then once and it got etched into my brain. 

When we departed he said "The same time next week. "


We saw each other a month later.

We planted lavender and prayed upon its bloom.

The times we met after seem to go by as films from view master.

When he departed, we talked about, how the season may be before we meet again.


Soon, I left to see the world, his kindness in my heart.

Always wide-eyed, even the creatures of the wild need a little love. 

His secret became a part of me, like a tattoo, or a fragrance.

I put it in like Meraki on everything I did, everyone I spoke to, every second of my existence. 


Many moons later I met this man, he shared a smile with the boy I knew.

His curly hair, I remember but his sharp nose, I had missed.

Happiness aloud, I hugged him, 

he was gray now, with less smiles, his eyes on the ground.


As I kept looking for the boy in him he said,  

"This is not a love story, you are not a princess. 

Wake up from your dream for there is no magic".


A boy who became a man too soon, shielded he was before.

He made a promise to someone, it was them against the world.

Was it that someone?

Was it the worst in the world that changed him?

Was it the colds of the north?


He was sly at times now. 

All I had to ask him was, "Did it hurt when you were kind?" 

Now the caress is not of love, 

but with the intention to open and hurt.


Bewildered I took him to our spot, 

where the lavender bloomed in the winter.

When he saw his nursery with teary eyes he said, "They are dead".

"The seasons have been harsh on them. 

 All they need is a little care and the secret of the little boy"

Tuesday, January 30, 2024

Shame

"If you cut me, do I not bleed?

If you hit me, do I not hurt?"

These words have become the shame of my existence. 


I hear a tree falling, the roots are dying.

Aparently, the shameless inhabitants have flown away.

What cause the tree to fall I wonder?

It was not just the thunder but the heavy burden of its branches, 

the sharp leaves that cut the tree.


Oh wonderful were the yesteryear under its shade. 

Safe, guided, giving, the fruits it beared.

In a brink of an eye, I saw monsters rising from the place where safe haven lay.

A year without fruit, the stuborness of its growth that tore the mighty.


Oh I shall blame the roots that have gone astray,

 the branches are dying from your extravance they said.

While we also cry about the cruety of the time,

Lets not forget that the cuts that one closer make are always the deepest. 


Oh how bad were these past year, I may never truly know.  

A shadow of what was, the last smell of this blossoms.

I see a titan suffocating, the branches on ground, no fruits to bear, no shade to give.

There it shall remain, what was once my home, now a place of shame. 






Sunday, May 7, 2023

Dearest

Nothing matters besides the love you give,
I will sail in the sun and the tumultuous water,
your rage, you burn, the hurt you give,
as long as you call me your dearest.

I shall make excuses for you,
your favorites shall be mine too,
hold my hand, I said, let's see the world,
Won't you let me inside your heart?

In 40 years of us, I have been your companion, 
like the shadow behind you, while you shine in the light.
but you my dearest have forgotten of me,
you facing the light, me a shadow

So I write to you again, as I hold your hand,
plead to you in the name of our many children,
re-hear your story, console you on your misfortune.
I have been your giving well, your only well-wisher.

But I am wary my dearest, my heart is hurt, my bones are frail,
I will still try to walk with you even when you run, 
For I am your shadow, I know nothing else, 
just wait for me, a little more,
we may have 20 more years, give or take, my dearest.


Monday, February 13, 2023

In an hourglass

I live at the lower end of the hourglass

The weight of the bearing sand traps me.

To hold on to anything that matters,

I feel the sand slip through my hands, the harder I hold.


Days turn to months, and months turn to years.

A look through the looking glass,

all I see is the predicament,

inching for wind, drowned, suffocating in the sand.


And the next thing you know, it's the switching of the hour,

I am on the other side, barely breathing from the lifted weight, with no end to the falling sand.

They say, let the time pass, it will heal everything.

My piercing thoughts say, "So it has begun again. Is there a world beyond this hell?"

Tuesday, October 18, 2022

Anymore

I have visited these memories of ours, time and again.

Each time, I rationalized and retold this story

to me, to others, and to an absent you.

And with retelling, you have morphed into a one-dimensional shadow,

a shell of a person and me a lost dimension, a monotone.


I am blue, it has swallowed the spectrum of everything I was.

I was red, beautiful, and naive.

Affections turned to despair, like wilting red roses, all blue.

But, I have stayed away from the crimson for too long.

It took me years to see, the one truly lost, 

the one truly absent was me.


The one I missed was the marooned me,

If I see that shell of me, I would look into her eyes and say,

today I have decided to let go of the hurt you caused me.

I will not long for you furthermore.

I have seen shades of green, yellow, and lilac, 

so I do not wish to be either red or blue anymore.