Plunder Of The Crazy

Clutching notes

Chasing the crescendos

The musician gloats

She tells her story

With its many heroes

And their glory

The melody is deep

It chases away the pitiful depravities of humanity

But plots are oft steep

The fools clutch their sanity

Deprived of the tale

They never reach the summit,

They just aren’t cuckoo enough

Ones like me, we fill our voids

Loose it all and sail away

We chase a horizon

Within the melodies

And at last

The joy is ours….. Joy of what you ask?

Oh dear, it is the plunder of the crazy

The happy despair of the hopeless

The best of the worst

It’s so meagre, yet plentiful

That it lasts me an eternity of a second

I dine with the musician herself in that glimpse

She coos her melodies, soft and demented

And that my sane friend is …. The joy!

Oh, Honey! Honey!

I perceived a lemon where there was only honey to be found

When I dared a lick

I found myself instantaneously lost , dazed

The taste was bliss itself

And all I could do was take one more

Then just another and another

My actions all revolved around its sweetness

I was lost

And did not know myself how to escape it’s bondage

It was when the honey bled into my blood

That I awoke

It was a strange place to be

A little sad and very forlorn

But I recognized it, it wasn’t new

I had felt this before

Differently, but yes, I knew it….

An old acquaintance

I knew enough to know, this was too much

I knew little, to know how to stop

Withdraw

Turn away

Not look

So I searched

Searched for relief, for others who had felt the same

Surprisingly I found many, of both survivors and answers

This was a crutch

A little tug towards light

It wasn’t smooth nor was it sunny

The honey faded away from my tongue awfully slowly

But it did

And now as I stand afresh

With a taste of relief on my tongue

It is two things I feel

Proud and free

For the world is a wondrous place to be

With more to see…

To Begin With

After all this time,

I was on the brink of losing my will to be stronger,

So I tried looking for a fresh start,

I didn’t think I could wait for you any longer.

Believing all our efforts had gone in vain,

I became oblivious to the void in my heart,

That is, until you were at my doorstep again.

I couldn’t believe my eyes,

I pinched myself just to be sure,

But there you were, with your arms wide open,

My heartache’s cure.

You cracked the same nonsensical jokes and snorted out the familiar goofy laugh,

You could light up any room with your presence, no matter how obscure,

Everything about you,

Reminded me why love was something worth fighting for.

Effortlessly, we went back to the slow summer nights,

As the sky melted from orange to blue,

Spinning in linen dresses under the city lights.

We sang along to our favourite tunes out loud,

Waltzed around the street unabashed,

Finally stopped worrying about the views of the crowd.

Although it pains me to think that not too long ago,

You were forced to say goodbye,

I’ve learnt,

Problems occur now and then,

But true love can’t be taken away by the tides of time, the wrath of gods or the close-mindedness of men.

The fact that we’re together,

Even after all these trials,

Proves that ‘love overcomes all obstacles’ isn’t just a myth.

So, as we kissed underneath the starlit sky,

I realised I couldn’t fall for you again,

Because I had never stopped loving you to begin with.

Symphonies


Symphonies rush into my mind
A melody here and a harmony there
Music overwhelms my senses
Fills me up
Lifts me up

This buoyancy is a feeling
I never want to get rid of
For I feel this way so rarely
I’m usually numb

And then when the music ends
This feeling settles over me
There one second and gone the next
Always leaving me feeling
Half of what I was

But then come the symphonies
And once again I’m awake
Awash
In colours and sounds
Filling up my senses
My mind, to the brim

And just when I feel
I’m about to soar
The symphonies disappear
And so does the rush
I’m back to where I’m started
Rock bottom
And I crave the sound

It’s a vicious never ending cycle
It leaves me feeling cursed
But the music gives me strength
It gives me hope

And maybe one day
I’ll feel brave enough to
String together some symphonies
Make something that’s purely my own

And then maybe someday
I’ll have the courage to share it with the world
Maybe someday
Someone else like me
Will hear it
And it’ll make them feel
Less alone

And then maybe
It’ll inspire them to create something too
To play it until they’re heard
Lift someone else up
Fill them with hope

And then maybe it’ll start a new cycle
Of inspiration, of resilience
A beacon of hope
Music made by kindred hearts, kindred spirits.





   

Unfamiliar

Standing in front of the mirror
Naked
Vulnerable
Disgust was not an alien feeling to her
Questioning her existence, as tears streamed down her face
She had never thought heartbreak could do this.

Love, incomprehensible to her
Yet she herself decided to give it a chance, give him a chance
And yet both betrayed her
Leaving her exposed and in desolation.

She was afraid of love
Afraid of opening up to the wrong person
And getting heartbroken
And yet,
She took a leap of faith.

Wishing to go back in time
Wishing to have never met him
Wishing to have not fallen in his trap
Was futile
And yet she wished for all this.

However,
Her spirit,
Couldn’t be broken.

Picked herself up from the floor
Dried up her tears
Stared at her reflection
Felt an unusual emotion bloom in her chest.

Love?
What she felt could only be termed as love
Disbelief was prominent on her face
An unfamiliar emotion had overpowered the emotions felt previously

Liberation was felt to her core
Liberation from the disgust towards herself
Acceptance of her imperfections
Embracing herself she whispered,
“I am enough.”