Floodgates

The floodgates are up,

There’s a rush through

I can’t seem to control it,

Might have denied it earlier

But now I know I want you.

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The demon

Slay him, pierce his heart with a dagger

What good would that do,

Not bring back ones to Earth.

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Pic Courtesy – deviantart

Muslin

Soft and light weight

The cotton threads interwined,

Preparing something strong and reliable,

I hope it lasts longer than

I think it will.

P.S. – The design was something I doodled keeping this composition in mind.

ยฉ Meloheart

Deceiving

How am I suppose to say?

We are done,

We are not right together,

When all I see is your love,

The way you feel and care,

All the happiness you share unconditionally,

I couldn’t ask you to leave,

So I said the future is unknown,

Yet I will wait for you,

Make your choice, select the one

Someone who you can laugh with,

Share all your grief and be yourself

Who keeps you and family together,

Somebody perfect for you-

Hoping secretly, thinking of what could be.

ยฉMeloheart

Stillness

Why do I feel that our lives

Have turned so still?

Is it me, or you

Who has lost the thrill?

P.S. – My blog was on hiatus for the past few months, because I was facing a writers block and travelling back and forth from University town to my native city which takes 17 hours for documents. I think my dreams will finally come true.

Watch, Stalk and Prey

He looks at you from far,

You are ambrosia for him;

Not a threat at all,

He stalks you, you are Helen for him;

Follows you almost everywhere,

You are irritated, still no damage done,

He gets his claws on you, you are his prey,

No Helen, no ambrosia, he is a predator,

Now you feel this is a real threat.

ยฉ meloheart

River and the tree

Flowing peacefully and maintaining

it’s smooth pace,

Never does the river stop to greet

Only during fall, it trials down lightly,

Moving in a slow pace it notices the tree.

The one and only who waits for her every year,

The tree can do nothing but watch her flow,

He is patient, he knows her route

recounting each story –

The memories of storms and rolling rocks,

she collects through the year,

As the dry winter passes away,

Her undercurrents get fiercer

The river turns unstable again,

But the tree manages to stay there for her.

Masks

Masks we all love to wear,

Putting on masks,

Blue ,red or green –

Wearing a masks which is pink,

We would like to preen

It is a bit of show-romance

You see, might even make you blush

The blue masks show happiness,

Whereas red are an epitome of anger.

Deceiving people is what we want,

Black masks to make others fear

And white proving your innocence,

But grey are the ones,

You would stay away from;

Wiggling their way through,

They break upon walls, barricading your heart,

Shattered yet at peace, intriguing though terrifying.

Holding a charade, they are wily

Make you dream of wistful emotions,

These mixture of black and white,

They show they could be real;

Baffled as they are with their nature,

Little do they know, what they have is true.

Putting on a yellow mask,

You see friendly faces filled with glee,

A green one showing you the boorish,

Caressing the jealous talons;

All I ask is why do we even wear this?

When all our emotions can be real,

Why can we not be our true selves?

ยฉmeloheart

Jar of Empty Promises

I lay down late on my bed and reminisce,

Trying to remember the jar that you gifted,

There were times when I trusted every word;

Every syllable that came out your silver tongue,

Your words were like my balm

You could make me the queen of stars,

Let me own a bungalow in the moon-

I would believe it all, trust you with my being

The sudden irony of our situation hit hard,

Brought me back to earth;

My head hit the ground hard and I couldn’t breath,

The ache of my heart took long to dissolve,

Merely wished you to be true, when you were just a dream;

The jar filled with promises was empty.