Red Cheeks

There standing in the room,

Suffocating would be the perfect word;

Coping up with me I knew, is difficult

Doing it for years, but being blamed for not caring

I think my cheeks literally need some slapping.

Copyright: meloheart

Advertisements

Words Left Unsaid (From His viewpoint)

It is frustrating , exhilarating-

I get baffled okay, cannot react the best way,

Silence, it makes coping easier,

Your constant prodding and pricking my head ;

Questions which I can’t seem to answer,

Did you know , your talking wrecks my brain,

I need some rest, not an IQ testing late at night,

Still we talk , I mean respond to your questions

Isn’t that conversation enough?

We meet when you want us to,

As a man I do my part well of listening,

At least you don’t get to complain,

You might not be doing well, but you are an adult,

A women ought to dissolve her mental difficulties , herself;

As if I could ever help you with that,

And don’t you dare compare me to others,

You know fairy tales are not true

You ask me not to call and the next moment you want me to fight,

Is ‘Lunatic’ the new adjective for you?

Loving you almost comes naturally, to me

Present seems alright, future is yet to come,

Why don’t we just enjoy the way things are?

Copyright meloheart

Words Left Unsaid ( From her viewpoint)



I wish you I could understand this ,

When you put obvious efforts to avoid me,

It might be the ‘nothing stage’ in your head;

For me it definitely is something-

Where I have to act as the mature one,

Precisely is it always the situation? May be,

I have lost count now,

You might tell me about the space a man needs,

Again that would be fruitful had we been too close.

copyright meloheart



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.

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.

© 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.

©Meloheart

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.

© 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.