Man with a grin

Writing is an art,

not constrained by time.

My pen came to a halt,

nothing yet rhymed.

A day in the park,

my heart spoke to me.

If i listen to him,

inspiration may come on one knee.

Wonderful breeze,

played with my hair.

The warmth of the sun,

welcomed me to this day.

I saw him,

he who shall inspire me.

The man with a grin,

brought my key.

A tall-thin man,

with mischievous eyes,

with a weird smile,

wore a crooked tie.

He plucked a flower,

and placed between his teeth.

he walked with a skip,

and clapped in a beat.

He confessed his love,

and promised her everything.

But got slapped in return,

delivered with cruelty.

No walk of shame,

no signs of remorse.

He waited with patience,

with nothing but hope.

He smiled and waved,

then plucked another flower.

he went under the shed,

and looked for another lover.

So much life he carried,

a hard thing to write.

Yet i felt a smile,

rising in my mind. 

Thank you

Thank You

The sparkle in your eyes,
makes me wonder, 

am I worthy of you?

My life was freed,
from certain sadness,
by the touch of your livelihood.

Not a movement ceases to be beautiful,
as my heart has finally sung,
was my life just waiting for you?

You are my miracle,
and you are my angel,
my love, thank you.

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Me

Me

Why do you flee in my sight,
is it fear or is it my might.
Is it because I have seen pain,
to fulfill my foolish gains.

Is it because,
I watch you with cruelty.
With truth in my heart,
I curse quite fluently.

Is this the price,
to live genuinely.
A mask free life,
you all need so poorly.

You see me,
with your crooked sight.
You scorn me,
with your pretentious life.

I don’t care,
if it’s not justified.
Because this is the way,
one should live his life.

I know it’s unwise,
to live a life un-prioritized.
But I wish to die,
living my destined life.

Longing sleep.

A beautiful smile,
once reached her eyes.

Now they are filled,

with tears of time.

When one is lost,

the other has to cry.

But why do tears,
have to wash her dry.

She walks a path,

with the reason unknown.

Darkness sneaks in,

creating a lie of its own.

Now she lives in fear,

her eyes tight shut.

She swings her knife,

forgetting whom to cut.

She looks into a mirror,

sees the one.

Who drove her mad,

now he has come.

Death came to her,

she can finally sleep.

In the arms of the man,

for whom she was weak.

Mischievous mind

I lay here staring at the sky,

I was just about to shut my eye.

When a thought crossed my mind,

Are you bored with your life?

Whatever life throws at you,

You always have a clue.

Your soul is seeping away,

Your emotions are losing their way.

Then curiosity took a breath,

The mysterious were one to help.

Life was about to be claimed,

Was boredom really slain?

I sit there in my pile of thought,

Complaining what time has bought.

When it was me who didn’t thrive,

Now go and get a life!

The sarcasm in my voice,

Told me ,

Ahead is a bothersome night,

Tomorrow the sun will smile,

As I sit here without a dream.

I got up and made some tea,

Determined to decipher,

What those thoughts mean,

Until then,

Its not gonna let me sleep.

The thoughts are a worthless cry,

did nothing but waste my time.

I lay back with a sigh,

Cursing my mischievous mind.

Words

Let it rhyme,

let it speak.

Let your words,

help your emotions heal.

Fighting hard,

push with pain.

Know your limits,

make them break.

Choose a path,

choose a lane.

Choose truthfully,

or it's all in vain.

Create something,

then destroy the same.

For destruction gives birth,

to a new reign.

Live as a victim,

then become a savior.

For people don't know,

your true nature.

Look for your purpose,

look for a meaning.

For life is meant for more,

than just living.

To get the answer,

forget the question.

Let your heart teach you,

your biggest lesson.

A broken momento.

A broken memento.

A fake smile,

your powdered nose,

your new found glamor,

is enchanting of course.

Now you are my mistress,

and i am your Butler.

You have grown into a princess,

but not like we once dreamed with laughter.

You sneak away with me,

to be yourself once more.

But is this the way to live,

in this charade of yours.

Run away with me,

from this world of yours.

Lets escape to reality,

and live once more.

I know it's romantic,

but it's a lot more than that.

We will be free to be authentic,

and have our old days back.

Your voice has vanished,

have you turned on me?

I seem to be banished,

after all a slave i see.

Was it love that you wanted,

or the idea of entirety.

My every movement seems haunted,

with your mendacity.

Now i sing of your return,

like a broken toy.

In your darkroom glitters,

an hopeless joy.