Comforting Friend

This is right that is wrong,
It is that simple to her,
Her world is of two shades,
Unthinkable to colour her.

Extreme in her clarity of thought,
Knows what she wants and what not,
Beyond the difference of want and need,
I often fail to sow suspicion's seed.

Argue with her but in vain,
Perception overpowers logic,
And I voluntarily deign,
To earn the smile exotic.

I fear I corrupt her,
Showing world's real face,
In between malign and pure,
Letting her explore that place.

Maybe I undervalue,
Her sense and intellect,
Assumptions are obtuse,
Condescension incorrect.

Beyond comprehension,
This young woman,
A nimble wit bearing,
A shell of simpleton.

I see this woman,
Holding out on her own,
I sense this girl,
Looking out for her own.

She puts a tough front,
Lone free spirit,
Without fears or care,
If he is with her in it.

Look close you will see,
Little chinks in this wall,
Overt vulnerability,
Of a lonely girl.

About their love,
I neither doubt or care,
But if I liked eyes,
I would love this pair.

As I see her see me,
I try to see more,
Glean her mystery,
To see me some more.

But an idle fantasy,
Her choices are resolute,
Trees of imagination,
Never bear any fruit.

Still I welcome her,
In my universe,
I have more to me,
I wish for her to traverse.

Not to claim her as my own,
Flowers belong to the garden,
But to stay as sun and wind
Distant yet a comforting friend.

Two wounds

Two wounds on my body,
Of Ambition and of Apathy,
To rise above the earthly,
I strive to achieve satiety,
Hence ambition remained,
Apathy could not be gained.

Two wounds on my body,
Of Knowledge and of Ignorance,
I know some of many,
Still not all of any,
This knowledge of ignorance,
Brings mighty discontent.

Two wounds on my body,
Of Pride and of Humility,
I choose not to test you,
In belief, I can best you,
My conscience caught in perplexity,
Am I proud of my modesty?

Two wounds on my body,
Of Forgiveness and of Animosity,
I don't forget, I do forgive,
I douse the flame but embers outlive,
This divine intention eludes me,
My absolution rendered dreamy.

Two wounds on my body,
Of Love and of Hate,
Hate festers in love's void,
And keeps me strongly tied,
To your archaic memories beaut,
coalesced cherish and loathe.

Two wounds on my body,
One outweighs the other,
It changes with the moment,
As I distinguish holy from malevolent,
Is there one to choose?
Of wounds reflecting a ruse,
Mirror image or cause and effect,
But not absolute for me to select,
Curtailed in this predicament,
I suffer this hurt in silence.

Tell-tale

I am told I am depressed

And I fail to recognise it

I am not moving on

I even fail to hide it

I am told it is easy

To find love again

I am often hopeless

It wont lessen the pain

I am told its self induced

I harbour it and aggravate

I've concocted a hell

In my brain to immolate

I am told by some

I aim to garner pity

I operate in desperation

I tend to psychopathy

I am told I am no different

Not special in discourtesy or tact

I refuse to acknowledge mediocrity

Integral to myself as fact

I am told by many

I don't like to listen

I am told too much

I don't wish to fathom

I believed in happy endings

I was wishful as a babe

So I am plagued with obsession

My wishes are my cage

Heartlessly

Stand out in crowd,
Most beautiful you,
False yet true,
I loved effortlessly.

We split and unite,
In our personal fight,
Over love and pride,
I argued uselessly.

A steel blade,
A diamond slate,
A heart like that,
I feared endlessly.

Your presence warm,
Kept me strong,
Under coldest storm,
I searched mindlessly.

You were away,
I lost my way,
No hope to stay,
I fell countlessly.

Nightmares end,
You came and went,
Embraced acceptance,
I slept hopelessly.

Time heals,
As time reels,
Out of grasp,
I aged listlessly.

End is near,
80th year,
Your memories flare,
I died senselessly.

Mirror

girl you gone so bad,
often it makes me sad,
to see this abomination,
feels partly my creation,
but I over-think about it,
this bit I doubt it,
that I was there just a little much,
you were always latently such,
self image so shallow,
in ignorance you wallow,
that snap you press on hundred minds,
only to receive a few rewinds,
of fake appreciation full of lechery,
feeling content revealing your misery,
that only physicality defines you,
emptiness entwines you,
so you feel this disconnect,
these mirrors you reject,
who reflect your mistake,
that you only learned to take,
and whatever you dole out,
to assuage your ego stout,
with cognizance of your philanthropy,
you reduce it to mockery,
but who are you mocking,
have a revelation shocking,
you lose friends, gain perfumes,
with lovers gone, loneliness looms,
and that is how reality strikes,
this outward self back bites,
which was created to impress,
now a reason of distress,
readily translated to promiscuity,
you face crisis of identity,
you don't feel your true self as this,
great blight comes with ephemeral bliss,
in this dark water you peddle for hope,
and in me you find an ever present rope,
which can pull you to a distant shore,
unburden your baggage to accommodate more,
and this negativity you readily infuse,
I somehow find hard to refuse,
failing to see how your conscience operates,
takes some of me and degenerates,
and it became evident in past,
I embraced true love but you I lost,
weak heart did not let me be truthful,
till today I am remorseful,
only that you have on me,
only reason I let it be,
or maybe I feel some of you can be salvaged,
not for me though as I have envisaged,
a picture for me which none of your's express,
she came and went, her memories beyond regress,
my word-hoard exhausts to do this best,
narrate my abhorrence as I lay it at rest.

Soul sister

You thought it and I said it,
Every time we have made it,
One conciousness in, two bodies outer,
Hey soul sister.

That day brought you some good luck,
I felt butterflies in my stomach,
You can vouch I wasn't a beholder,
Hey soul sister.

Your silence was deafening,
I could feel my world sinking,
You cried alone all night I was a listener,
Hey soul sister.

You smiled cosmetic, sadness disguised,
I knew today I have to be by your side,
How, what and why did not matter,
Hey soul sister.

Once we carried the weight of world on our shoulder,
Few of those days we took turns for each other,
I'd be your strength but you were always stronger,
Hey soul sister.

Two people never meant to be together,
Are seldom designed to compliment each other,
But we have to embrace this anomaly of nature,
Hey soul sister.

Fantasy TV

how do you put behind your past
left undone, how would you last
make peace with your remnant?
how to? an obscure talent

I think of you every single day
specifically what? not easy to say
a smile somedays, wisdom on other
gleaming eyes, pain undercover

struck by magical effervesence
lonely lunatic lost worldly sense
bout of disgraceful potvaliancy
agape love was assumed pruriency

we wish to start on right foot
and end on the right one too
if only I've had that closure
if only I could get over you...

I live in a fantasy world
a subset to the tv series
in every romance or fall-out
I try to find you and me

complication of Ted and Robin
restrain of Castle and Kate
latent attraction of Elena and Damon
me in grey of love and hate

trying to find us among all these
and a happy ending to our story
like it happens in TV series
but what is a happy ending truly?

to embrace the love like Beckett
or how Stefan chose to separate
how Ted and Robin find middle thoroughfare
anxious to glean but no longer you're here

that's how we stay on hiatus
my story finds no season finale
I love you the same as time flows
lone viewer on fanciful tv alley