But for words

I am my stories
All that prose
I am my poems
To the last phrase

I am that love
I am that pain
When lost in life
In words, I find myself again.

She

It's just another poem -
Please don't pay it much heed
It's her only way to vent out
Before putting her mask of glee.

Many days she sticks to her silence
Some days, she charges with speed
At times, she momentarily breaks down,
But mostly, with words makes merry.

Give her her time to heal
Give her her stage to speak
Give her her moment to feel needed
So another chance she can offer, you and me.

I burnt my lingerie

I burnt all my lingerie
All that he used to dig -

Because I was too easy

Because it began to sting.

I burnt all my lingerie

All those fancy ones!

Which on me, made him crazy

And, helped me feel some lust.

I burnt all my lingerie

For I felt he came for them.

The nights without them on -

I felt hapless, not strong.

I burnt all my lingerie
And smiled at what I saw
Loved what looked back at me now, 
No longer felt like a whore!

I burnt all my lingerie

And poof! That ended it all.

He had stopped craving me -

And stopped knocking at my door.

I burnt them down to ashes

For I wanted him to see -

I am beyond my lingerie

And all those lacy reds.

Weary Warriors

There is something about

a man’s tear

That breaks my heart

And no, this is not sneer!

Though I was taught

true men don’t cry

And was asked to leave

When aged ones grieved.

I was told they guard

No matter how hard!

They valiantly fight,

With all their might.

He needs no warmth,

no tissues no hugs.

If he were hurt -

he’d heal himself.

Yet, at the rare sight

Of a man’s break-down

a 'weak' man, who no longer

hides his fears -

A father in distress

A beggar in misery

A soldier in agony

Or lovers in harmony.

I no longer run

Or look away

I extend my palm

and offer to stay.

And let him wail

While adjusting his shield

And give him, his time

To fumble, and re-begin.

Butterfly

She was a fluttering butterfly
In pursuit of sunlight
Once she flew up, too high
To brighten up other lives.

Strong, herself she perceived
Not pretentious, just naive
Thinking sorrows of the world
Away, alone, she could carry.

But the sun came down heavy
Burning her tiny body
She looked back at her friends
Crying 'back to hell, fly, please!

I'll be back in a while
It's a tad too hot, though I'm fine
This glee we are all in search of
Is right here, a grasp away!

She was famished, just tired
With everything turning a blurry sight
The heat numbed her wings
And her foolish mind.

Almost there, almost there
It's almost done, one more tiny flap...
For we fight, we lead
And we will conquer every feat!

If only you'd be kind -
I don't ask for much,
A handful of your sunshine
To bring upon many smiles.

The sun in all its blaze,
Said, "Come, hug me child!"
And she flew into its fury -
That butterfly died.

Whore

I am your companion
Just for a while
I'll keep you warm
And your worries aside.

I know as it dawns,
You'll pick up your pride
And leave me empty
To rush to her side.

I'll hug on to sheets
And cover up my thighs
And breathe in, what lingers
From your sweat and your sighs.

You may return
You may never come by
But this wait for your gaze
Is what keeps me alive.

Thankyou

Thank you for scarring me 
for a lifetime ~
I can still never watch
a father hug his child,
without feeling the rush
of tears inside.


Thank you for maiming
my childhood with real times ~

I never sought help,

never wept, never fell,

never broke, never spoke,

kept it all - bottled within.

Thank you for making me 
distrust fairy tales ~ 
I never relied 
on a prince to fly by
to love me, to claim me, 
to save me from fires.


Thank you for pushing me
to grow beyond my age ~

Can you see my wounds?

I have hidden it, and how! 

Ain't I a woman now?

Haven't I made you proud?