Love Bites

You are hurting me

With your insensitivity

Don’t, I am not a thing to be locked in

I have done no sin

I have wings and want to fly

They are strong but I ain't sly

Come, I want to take you with me

Together in this world we will be

See through my eyes

And you will hear no cries

Know, Happiness will be your start

If you don’t close your heart

Don’t bind me so much

You just gotta show some trust

Baby, I am here with you

And I love you too.

Ode to Self

The tears fall of my cheeks,
red as wine.
Is it just me or am I bleeding.
Would it hurt, would i scream,
Thoughts; endless.
What do i do now? I ask.
I hear laughter
crackling glasses, threatening thunders.
Noises; within and beyond.
Then, the sweetness of honeycombed fruits.
Is it done already? I ask.

I wake up to a new night,
bright as the moon.
White paleness surround me.
Light; so soothing.
Am I ready for tomorrow? They ask.
I howl
swishing winds, dripping trees
Silence; muted and deafening
Then, the gentle caress of a new world.
Are you ready for me? I ask.

Chug Along

A friend of mine recently remarked, 'Do you write a blog? I think I saw your pseudo name, Eternal Sunhine.' With a pregnant pause, I replied, "Yes & No. Yes, I write and No, I havn't spared any words for the blog in a long time." He was surprised since he thought my words had depth. Gracias. Then another friend remarked 'I should write' after reading something I came up with in 5 minutes, those words just jumped at me out of nowhere. Just enough to prompt me to finally stop pulling my hair and start putting my mind to writing for my train of thoughts. Been a while that I moved this train, added a few more coaches, chugging along as per my moods, whims, fancies and a lot more...the hope still lives. So a little something by Rudyard Kipling, which I have liked ever since I laid my eyes on it, dedicated to all those who have always shown faith. And to myself.

IF

- By Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise.

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with triumph and disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: Hold on;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Beneath The Clock

A floral dress with a straw hat
Unlikely scene.
A foot tapping thought;
Dance or disaster.
A little walk, a little jig;
And then come back.

A flick of the hat
Fluttering heart.
And then a frown;
Anger’s abound.
A little walk, a little jig;
Patience’s been seeked.

Suddenly a sign
The watch is over,
And so is the wait.
A breath-taking smile
A little walk, a little jig;
And now no more miles.

Dashed

it clouds my mind;
these obsessive thoughts of mine.
random and abstract; making me experience the truths, the ups and downs.
i see pathos here;
for me to dissolve this abstraction
and for him to reach out further.

i laugh with him and cry for him;
emotions for reason unknown.
hovering and hyperactive; like a butterfly, ready to take off when it suits them.
i see a longing here;
for me to soar higher in the sky
and for him of a never ending hope.

Venture

I venture into the unknown,
Thought it would be an adventure,
With a conviction of an amazing experience
Wanted to make the vision a reality
Rather than just a mental image of a result.

I venture into the wilderness,
Thought it would be exciting,
With a lust to tame this for a sanctuary
Wanted to make it mine alone
Rather than share to destroy the soul within.

I venture into the depths of the emotion,
Thought it would be a vibrant new world,
With the door ajar to an open heart
Wanted to make it deliriously happy
Rather than leave it open for someone to bleed it.