Hate me now, Love me tomorrow.

I lay awake, I shake, I don't want to brake, But it aches. I don't want to beg, I want to breathe. One moment in time, I owned you. You were mine, my toy I loved to mend,Oh Men! Now I am sick because you loved me as I closed my eyes. Come back to me I will make you believe. Come here, I will mend you and break you. Come! Come back to me! Please! If you must leave, don't leave me. I don't love you but you were born to love me. I am the burden assigned to your heart, the poison you must drink. Hate me now, Tomorrow you must love me!

Hello Grandma.

Hello Grandma, The other day, I stared at your shadow. It was different, a little bent. It was then I began to embrace the possibility of an end. Before the end, there are things I have to mend. You must wonder! Things were different when I was younger. My quest for wealth has left you under I must confess, it was a blunder. Hello Grandma, Today is another day. I ask for another chance to make it a better day. Let us pray for a better me. Then we can ask the Lord to let us be. Look at me, smile for me. You are the person I dream to be. Hello Grandma, Hold my hand and let us dream. Cry with me, those tears were definitely meant to be, A price you must pay for loving endlessly. If you must cry, it has to be for her. You are her and she was you. Hello Grandma, Is that you calling me? I am here, please don’t leave. Grandma, are you there?

Love Me.

I am victim of my sins, an echo of my dreams. But again, I am what I am. If you choose the path to love me, don’t try to save me. Embrace me, own me but do not judge me. I am the light, but sometimes the darkness. When the darkness falls, kindly light my candle. I am a product of my games, a disappointment to my beliefs. Do not force me to believe, I will be too ashamed to live. I am the beginning of my fate, the author of my end. I see my end before my start. But again, I am what I am. Please love me.

Open your heart

The whole world is still and silent, The birds have gone to sleep; the clouds have submitted to the stars. And yet, I lay awake. Because I know, we can only choose our dreams if we do not sleep. I close my eyes and dream; I choose to dream of only you. Now, I ask that you join me as we create this beautiful dream. Do not sleep my love or you might be taken up by the past. Hold my hand and don’t look back. Let us share this perfect world, owned by the two us. Listen, to the silent night my love. You will hear the rhythm of my heart beat. My heart is calling out to you, dancing to the tune of your name. Do not fall asleep, open your heart and let me in. Let our hearts dance in the dark, let our souls hug the stars. You’re far and yet so near only if you let me in. Open your heart and maybe at last I can fall asleep.

Don't let me wake up.

Bleeding soul...........

When I utter your name, I can savor the venom.
The echo of your voice makes murder a sugary sensation.
A dagger in your heart I envision as I glance at you.

Ugly Imp dressed in white, I can see your claws.
A bed bug wearing lipstick, my heart goes out to your sufferers.
The gods toss and turn in their siesta, it was a crime to craft you.

You make hell a reality, well hell deserves better,
My soul bleeds with hatred, it cries with shame for sharing with the mischievous spirit.
Your origin date was the end of the beginning.

Hold your treacherous tears; don’t let them infect the soil.
Gulp down your tears, they may stir the ancestors.
Taste the animosity of your sin, blistering as magma, your tears must be.
Child of a serpent, daughter of a plump flea.
My soul bleeds with wrath; it lies awake in my slumber.

The Man with the Opener

You sat on the chair with a beam on your face.
Like a child offering candy to a stranger, you gave me your opener.
It was not once but twice.

I smiled to say thank you but your thoughts were far away.
I wish I had asked for your card, and then I would know your first name.
I have gazed at the pictures of the bloody bodies, eager to dentify the cherry shirt.
How will ever know?
Do I really need to know?

Maybe I should have persuaded you to follow my path,
But how could I have known?
I just followed the rhythm of the wind.

May be the angel of death passed you by,
Perhaps it was not yet your time.
I guess, I will never know.