Valentine's Blocks

Photo by Asad Photo Maldives

For these and other lies

I plead the fifth 

Robbed out of time

To author my peace

Held in pieces

Where you, stole my soul.

But in front of the crowd

I wear an independent apron

Cooking my tale

Hoping never to step on my tail

As I serve a perfect tell

Astonishing those who know.

Without cause for honor

Biting paint in secret

Dancing naked on the canvas

Bleeding art in agony

Stealing glances at you

Hoping to heal at every sighting

Yet! Sinking deeper and deeper.

Calling the clock a fool

I cloak my thoughts

Beseeching a perfect veil

Tear my lies upon

And whip my unspoken declarations

Fixated on your hand to jump a broom

Into forever.

Life Gamble

Photo by Pranavsinh suratia:

All in the name of being a man

We tear down walls of emotions

Mastering the courage not to let a teardrop

Yet troubled with a lot.

All in the name of being a man

We build our house of cards in a lie

Telling all of a strongman we are

Yet in darkness, we tear apart.

All in the name of being a man

We celebrate our tears in silence

Mastering no courage to speak our truth

To the extent, that the nails of pain crucify us in silence.

All in the name of being a man

When we speak of our thorns

They call us for not being a man

Hypering our struggles, to be a behind-curtains thing

That when the curtains open

Only sunshine is allowed to remain

Yet our souls bounce among the graveyard.

Hush Baking

Photo by Anna Tarazevich
 

Humbly

We broke bread in silence

Watching the door 

Hoping to usher in a fresh start

Yet in mind, we knew the truth at hand.

Rinsed out

We bequeathed our past to time

Stripping windows to the house we built

Hearts ransacked with desire

That evaded  the sun

Roasted.

So, we held our feet to the moon

Switching steps hoping to fall on top

Hearing our words escape the room

While we bite on the strawberry tapestry

Pasted on the baker's menu

For sale plastered.

Daring to move in the dark

Swallowed by both our pride

While whispering fear

To the grip of our rod

We marched homebound

Yet puzzled about where home is?

Pawned.

Thorny Cherries 🍒

 

as I bag my tears ready to roll

stuck between a line that bleeds emotions in public

Having torn a fabric of joy

in a notion of not to care

yet with a stack of care.

she awakened her soul in torment

pulling piles of make-up

begging veil my heart

having painted thorns over it

& streamed a nail show.

she still had a vice over me

shuttered to speak clear

bad intentions infused

her voice still murders my joy

intoxicating my thoughts with a need to caress her.

Smitten Words Chorus

Photo by Daian Gan

Ensnared in painting hearts

emancipated to beg for more

cupid's arm-strong entrapped

Galloping feeling to hold steady

he was gone at first hello.

Taken for a ride in her gaze

words embox in the soul 

deeply felt in a speech impediment

Her presence struck through

wrecking a nerve

As his tongue stayed glued in his mouth.

Afraid of sunshine to endorse his heart

so, opted for the petal, to decipher his fate

Tearing the garden in unsatisfactory outcomes

He wished his luck to turn

But her beauty had him chasing for the hills.

Veins of Art

Photo by Gift Mutsonziwa

To those of us who splash words on paper

Who fears the stroke of the brush

As they paint what we hide & fear the most

Seeing the ink dry to cast a spell.

Before the world devours our soul

Vowed in syllables of fueling feelings construct

That keep chasing after our smiles

Yet with our tears, we paint art perfect.

So, we stand disallowed 

Scrubbing fear on canvas

Just to resale our grief

Molded into a rainbow bowtie

Excogitated to mean well.

Tell Me You Do!

In a daring move of falling! 

I blog my truth in all shades

Flirting with pain

Hoping to discard the timer

Though disbarred from standing tall.

I till the ground hoping to find a truce stand.

Yet the ground shrinks before my feet,

Jilted with a void to stump on.

I break my vow

& whisper my shame.

Background alluding to tears!

I water the garden hoping to pluck a flower,

Tearing parts of me in a nursery rhyme

Trumpets pulling Olympics on the shed

As my voice gets lost in the humming of birds.

Daring to snatch the last of me.

So, I wait at the shed of time

Hoping to see Solace's coat undone

& discover the last of me.

Not in shades of grief

But in the bliss of heaven's haven.