(#8) For You

I am a tree.
I may not be the most beautiful tree in the forest,
My leaves fade from green,
My bark splits and cracks,
My trunk and branches may not be the strongest,
But I can assure you, I still am a tree in this forest.

I may not be the biggest tree,
There will always be trees bigger than me,
Much bigger, and stronger, and greener,
But my branches are generous enough to allow just one bird,
To rest her tired wings on me every day and night.

The bird that lived on my branches was a beautiful bird,
Every time it spread its wings and flew,
I felt more than happy -
For I knew that I would always be rooted to the ground,
And I could never, ever taste the sky.

But that was okay with me,
Seeing my pretty bird glide the air freely
Was more than enough for me every day.

You can fly, you can keep flying,
You can fly away, far away.
You know deep inside,
I can never stop you from
Perching on another tree, far away from me.

When you fly so far away from me,
Where I can never see you,
I worry that out there,
It's a dangerous place -
Where you could be caught by hunters with guns or nets,
Placing traps with tempting things inside them to lure you,
Or tagged by scientists for study,
Or have your wings clipped off by pet-traders
Who will sell you to owners that put you into a cage
And I will never see you again.

When you fly so far away from me,
Where I can never see you,
I feel jealous knowing that
Anytime, you could be attracted by another tree,
With greener leaves and stronger branches,
And you rest on them instead of coming home to me,
Leaving me all alone.

Now that you're gone,
You've left to roam the sky by your own,
I feel empty and alone.
For I still am a tree,
Not the most perfect nor the best tree in the forest,
But I will always be here, rooted in the ground, waiting for you,
To return home to me.

Whenever your wings feel tired, or when the sky, or clouds turn dark,
Remember that there's always this tree -
Though not the best tree in the forest,
He'll shield you from the rain with every single leaf he has, though not many,
And he'll endure the rain, cold or sun,
Just to see you fly the next day.


Written for someone who was everything to me.
16th February, 2010
I stand on my own two feet now
In rain, shine and shelter.

(#24) Purple

You with the grey shoes,
Pink soles, yes you.
How did you walk so gently on,
Cute tippy-toes, oh so subtle,
Right into my heart?
No no, please, please do stay.

Purple, shimmery like diamonds,
It blocks your desirable figure, oh no-
Believe me, you do wear your clothes and that bag
On a precious gem wrapped in fine silk pulled taut.
Your pretty face, fair skin,
I find no words that can exact such a picture.

Honey, oh honey sweet,
Sweet like the lips, oh you melt me soft
When you smile, or chance me with poses-
Kiss-lips, sparkling eyes. I stumble for lines to say,
I forget my script, no, don't cut this scene!
I was going to ask if I could,

Could j-just, well,
Hold mine against them?

...pretty please, oh pretty please?

You with the blue heels,
Brown hair, yes you.
Stay here, always stay here,
Please don't ever walk out.
I'm outside your door, knocking,
Waiting for you to open your heart and say the words
I die a little everyday wishing to hear.

(#23) Reprimanding

Cut down what's unimportant!
Stop, now, or throw a face of regret.
Son, you must listen-
These words are your grease
To your face on the millstone.

One, do not let her hurt you!
You always seek the fire with your fingers
What a fool, I will not be here to
Save what shuts ears to instruction.
And refuse the float in the sea.

Two, do not constantly get distracted!
Your neck is not tightened by a cork,
Do not be choked by what you can swallow.
Push it down, do not play the host to
The infection, it will only hurt your throat.

Three, do not run blind!
You are not brainless.
Think before you step, for
I can lay you the stepping stones, but
You must look for them in the river.

Remember these words,
You write them out to embed shiny
Clear crystals in your enigmatic memory.
Sweep up the broken parts
They do not mean anything to you now

Bin them, throw them away now.
If you hesitate they will creep up your hand
And drink from your veins again.
You are not infinitely provident.
This cannot happen, no. You are busy enough.

You cannot afford to tangle yourself in a leash-
You cannot expect drugs to constantly be present
On a plate for you when you need it.
You addict, realise, your vices are those that hurt.
Leave them aside, the spotlight is on you.

(#22) I am

I am who I am-

Who I write myself to be
Is who I will be,
How I present myself to the world
Is what makes me,
What I do with my life
Is what becomes my history.

There is no lying to yourself.
You know who you are best
And no matter what others think of you,
You will only be you.
You do not ever need to pretend to be
Someone you do not wish to be.

This is your arm,
With that comes your hands-
They will do only your will.
Nobody else will command them but you.

This is your brain,
With that comes your paradigms
And no one will alter or fix them
But only yourself.

These are your legs,
They will carry you down the path
You want to walk.
They will run only when you want to and
Rest only when you tell them to stop.

You are your own composite.
You are unique, there will be no competition
For the look-a-like.
You wear the face of God.

Nobody will put you down-
You are the sole owner of yourself.

Only because I am who I am,
I have the right to call myself an individual.


To all who need strength, take heart.
Inspired by Alyssa.

(#21) Spoilt Girl, Ab Extra Speculatio

How do you live
With a face of plastic-
Rubber cloth appendages and heart,
Oh heart

It is almost inexistent
You keep it for yourself.
A pearl, an oyster
Nobody wants to pry you open either.

You have everything in the world, woman.
You do not feel the rain when it pours
You close your eyes to down, feathery pillows,
Artificial winds blow, you princess

Cow, you do not toil,
Bred for meat and marble.
You have not seen cruel pain,
The only thing you worry about

Is your own life-
And this world offers so much more.
Not a bed of roses,
We pick them by the thorns nonetheless.

Whine, whimper, cower, cry-
You, sixteen growing seven.
Open your eyes and stop
Collecting your tears in vials

For remembrance,
You sullen spoilt girl.
You useless soul, get up and work.
Trust fund baby, you have everything

Yet nothing real, child. All fool's gold,
You have yet to taste the world's poison
And shiver as it overwhelms your senses.
Banish the rainbows from your room ceiling.

Use your brain, not your tears.
Use your hand, not your eyes.
Use your ears, not your mouth.
Use your heart, not your demands.

Try, pray, try for goodness sake
To understand the world
Whilst you still are fed richly
Without a penny to worry about nor account.

Before the day you draw your own water
From the common well,
Learn to feel pain for the people you choke
Rather than your little discomfort from the

Pea under your mattress.

(#20) The Dream

Specks of random-
They tell me what I need to know.
Magically, metaphorically
I understand every line, every action
Like a divine instruction, a hint.

You were sitting there, the colours fading-
Oh dream's memory, do not slack now.
Your eyes were pearls and coins, no
I am not the boatman.
I took your bribe without you knowing and

Kiss, I daren't say I was the one
In my dream, on the lips -
Yours in rest I wish I felt magic.
I held silk in my hands and stroked it
Between my fingers. Strangely,

Your lips wore a plated mantle on its cold shoulder-
I didn't feel warm. The winter air crackled within my soul
I felt jolted by lightning. I felt uninvited
To make myself feel at home in your heart.
My feelings aside, your eyes spoke of a different tale.

You savoured hesitantly.
I want to know how you did. Why,
Why did I put my seal to the wax
And hold it tight till it hardened?
Beneath the envelope lies a barb-

I did not put it there but
You reply with a love letter.
The affectionate penmanship, the pink paper
Intoxicates and clouds my skies.
I want more of it but my mouth will not open.

What message, what sign?
The icy lips, the crush-call, the life,
Sender, you leave me a strong message.
I will be weary, but nonetheless,
Let my heart's flame thaw those lips of hers.

I still want them for my own, kill me.
The stars warn me; stay away.
Tell me though, why you in dream and not her.
Yes you with the sparkly eyes. Perhaps a hint-
An indirect message of my possible fate.

(#19) Your Intimidation

It should not take whole of your space
You must stand firm
And the elements will fall into place.

You left your hand at the fire
How could you not have felt it?
Now you suffer-

Has the burn drilled in deep enough?
She is not your providence
And when she shuts the flood gates

Your waters will disappear, mirage
Oh, now you realise you were fooled.
The dry land cracks like your stressed skin.

Are you thirsty, boy?
Come, drink, have as much wine as you want.
Maybe an apple, too? It is stained green.

Oh, no, no,
I cannot accept your kind offer.
You intimidate me

The stars above shake in silence
A vacuum, no one hears it
And I am a part of one such constellation.

Everybody is a star, said some famed motivator.
Sir, if everyone were a star, it's no longer special
It is time to anchor our ship in some solid.

I will not succumb to your call.
I am only a box with appendages.
You do not need the attention of me.

I am no chess player
You do not need to play with me.
Fine checkmate then, my game is over.

Now, exeunt.
And you too.
And you.

(#10) The Past Sea Of Everything

The sea of dark swallow her thoughts
Her lover a blur as she looks up from below
And she finds sanctuary within the black.

Leave me behind, leave me.
She won't come back
Like a fish released from a tank
Into the sea.
Dangerous it may be, the sea
Yet happier she is within.
The tank was her danger
Now she is free.

She finds her soul
And steals mine.
A heart she wears
For the heart she breaks.
Innocence she gained, leaving her lover.
Hurt, her door-gift.
That smile she hangs on her lips.
A murderer, cry with me.
A murderous smile.

My killer, my love.
I require to stop the pain.
A new love with her, should it bloom
Will numb my pains with more of it
But I am willing, no, am not willing
But I can try.
My tears form a river.
Shed more for sadness?
Negligible to the waters I created.
She will not swim in them.
She'd rather the sea of black
They give her joy.
Like spiting my providence
Biting the hand that fed her.
Soul-food. I kept none for myself.

She chucked me on the shelf
When the new toy-store opened.
Was I the old doll?
Or did I have such a black heart?

A life she has, happy.
Oh, the contrary for me.

(#7) Glass

Glass pane before the body,
Surrounded by the square borders that define it -
A window, the eye for communication
Where both onlooker and bystander can explore
Each other's personal space.

Irony engulfs this concept for the onlooker,
Trapped behind an invisible yet tangible barrier -
Unable to escape to the freedom of the world.
Yet the bystander has no limits to his life.

Irony engulfs this concept for the prisoner,
Though trapped behind windows and walls,
Finds freedom in the view beneath him,
For his soul escapes the prison,
And finds serenity in the place
The far-away-place.

Irony engulfs this concept for the soul,
Though free and unbounded,
Feels unwanted and alone
In the far-away-place.
The soul is trapped within itself,
A prisoner of solitude.

Irony engulfs this concept for both body and soul-
The windows could be opened
And a borrowed life returned to the earth.
Yet they refuse to do it, though rather eager.
The opportunity opened to them: be free
And they decline.

Ironic -
This pane of glass.
They both form escape routes for two different people.
One a window, the other a television.

(#15) Catharsis

The ice begins to melt away
The little streams, droplets, they craft
A sparkling silver mirror in the sun
The flowers paint the water flamboyantly.

The bright sky, where is your starting point?
Plain and simple, the monochromic wallpaper
Floods God's canvas-
There are no boundaries

When you no longer stare at the heavens through
An iron square
Suddenly the clouds look like cotton.
The breeze comforts my war-torn face,

The cool air, defibrillator
You bring a body to life once again.
Nobody told you to lie, and your foolery
Invokes a new reason for my existence.

The Dove circled above my room and gave me back a heart-

I am new again.

(#18) Fault Twice Shy

What is your next thought going to be?
Clear your mind, oh please.
A heart calls for a buoy
In every beat.

Your eyes form images that deceive you-
Every frame, every still, picture-perfect.
Throw them out, they are no use
A white cane would tell more truth.

Your precious blood is filled with specks of diamond
They file away at your soul. They scrape your heart
A disease, it eats you clean from the inside.
A bag of blood, they only want the stones.

The train just left your station-
There is no escape from rain-clouds now.
Your opiates begin to poison your waters sweet
Turmoil, crashing waves from tranquility

You must drink it all
It will flood your mind,
Take over your senses.
Soon, you will become nothing.

Do not fall victim to cloud and shade
No matter how pink the skies may be.
Do not succumb to the flower's temptation
They will hug you tight in bed and kill.

(#12) 18th April

Black waves, mind raping
Rush up my shore
Not a nice sight.

Coarse sand
Wave froth and
Ripped heart.

Swimmer, gulp
Its hard to drown
Wants to drown.

Composure, write
Message in a bottle
Don't bottle it up.

Impossible, I can't
Work at six
Prescribe me, pharmacy.

(#9) Mother Turtle

The stars bow before the moon,
They dare not glitter as brightly
When the pale yellow pearl emerges from the clouds
Pouring light onto the waters
A path to shore,
Where crashing waves arrive and back down-
The sea worships the sand.

In the tranquility of the cold air,
She rolled out her own majestic carpet in the sand
And began to build a temple for her kind.

Forty eyes peeled the shadows
(Forty eyes sacrificing forty winks.)
Standing in a distance,
In reverence,
The night sky solemn and patient.
The sound of the frothy waves cloak our whisper.

The difference was apparent-
The moon replaced the one bright star,
The sand replaced the stable,
And the wise men and shepherds
Grew into a long line of mortals.
We watched her lay
A hundred and nineteen.
We had no gifts to offer them but
Protection and shelter from harm.

The moonlight painted
The markings on the measuring tapes
Pulled gently over her majestic green shell.
She does not notice all this.
For her soul meditates far up with the stars
Until her treasure was buried away.

When it was all good,
She ambled to the sea which split
As the waves began to swallow her back.
She disappeared into the black waters.

The beach is her kingdom and birthplace-
She will return again.


For the endangered turtle that put in so much effort,
Thank you for inspiring me.

(#14) Solo

Be alone,
Sit, isolated.
Throne-head,
You are the corner stone
In a shared dimension.
What an irony,

Nobody respects such significance
In this world.
So just leave it alone
To whine,
And we mock,
And we watch him
Cry,

"I tried, I did try
To make things better
I talked to you, I thought you'd understand.
Your ignorance carries no weight.
Look, see,
Feel, think?
Understand."

Three gone-
Two of which are very important.
Passing clouds
Shield me from the sun
But they don't teach me
How to build a shelter
After the wind blows them away.

Then the rain pours
Let it rain, oh, let it rain.
I like it, why?

When droplets and darkness pelt my face
You can't tell that I'm
Crying before your eyes.

(#17) The Trial

What have you done, speak!
On who's laws and grounds did you
Commit your atrocities-
Comply, criminal, do you not know
I have the power to forget your sins

To free you of your crime-
All I require you to do
Is whatever I tell you to but
Do it in the misty mornings
Or in the fogged dusk.

Stop, oh good sir,
Do you happen to have some gold
Or anything burnished?
Do not tell anyone about this transaction, criminal.
My law upon you could be a frequent magpie.

I could scourge you, I could hang you.
Of course, I could set you free.
Why would I, tell me, what do I gain from
Letting go?
I am the court, kindness is not valued in my system

I remove the blindfolds off Justicia, so I may now see
The winds sway my scales.
I have power, fellow friend. Your life is in my hands.
There's no reason why I should untie your leash.
I will not forget, I hold on to this for my benefit.

Lady, your name is not Justicia, you be Nemesis,
You wield your double-edged sword,
I pray you realise whilst you cover one edge with the blood of others,
The other end stains your own. Continue holding the blade, I dare you.
I find no reason to entertain your court.

(#16) Synecdoche

My words will not fall on
Deaf ears, no
Not when I write them

My words hold true a story
A unique fraction, a passing second-
It will not return again.

I freeze my memories into words
Three lines a stanza? They grow just as I want them to
I give my language my life.

Poetry amplifies meanings-
Visual, auditory, tactile qualities.
What you need is

A Pensive, the worded variant,
The sanctuary of time past, the ethereal vibrancy
Our lives that slip past our fingers unnoticed. Tick-tock-tick-tock.

Poetry is the small stone I pick from the mountain top
And hurl down at the sea below.
The ripples, the ripples

It makes great difference to the masses of fish.
A little part of me, I donate in literature
For everyone to partake of.

Just a scratch taken from my life, poetry-
It is more than just a representation of me.
It defines me. I am my own ambassador, whilst

Nobody will be my Caesar except myself.
So peace ho, hear me,
"Friends, Romans, countrymen: lend me your ears."



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