A Deck of Cards

All those tens and eights and nines
and sevens, sixes and fives
Happen to strive
To be close to this position of mine.

And I, I’m so perfect in their eyes
The thought of me being unhappy
Never crosses their mind.
Foolish people thinking
‘How flawless is her life?’

I keep struggling my way
Just to reach those who Ace
Panting all the way
Barely being able to keep pace.

But I, I’m just a joker
How can I ever ace?
I’m just a joker,
A joker in clubs or a joker with spades
And ‘Queen of Hearts’?
Never will I ever be able to take that place.

~words above swords~

What I Would Do for You

Honey you should know what I would do for you,
I’d burn myself and scatter like early sun rays
Making way through your mist bound days
Just to fall like warmth on your gorgeous face.
You could break my heart into a million pieces
I’d make sure that none of those pieces ever pierces
Your lovely dark skin,
I’d show you how unconditional love
Need not come from someone akin
Infact,I’d grow those pieces back again
And love you in a million different ways.
And I’ll freeze myself to death every day
Just to feel what it’s like to melt in your arms
Over and over again
When your love is ready as relief,
Who’s going to worry ’bout the pain?
I’d fall on my face, blindfolded
‘Cause the hope of you catching me
Is such a beautiful thought in itself
I’d ink you in my deepest fantasies
Put locks on my heart and save the keys
Until the time you come to me
Would wait forever for your arrival
’cause this wait, this yearn is such a beautiful thing in itself.
And I’d break bones of my agile mind just to keep it from running away from you
If only you knew what I would do for you…..

Magnificent

I had a talk with my heart,
She told me she wanted to be looked at,
The way oceans and mountains are.
I then, out of immaturity,
Thought she was seeking beauty, 
But now I realize,
She wanted only to be feared without resistance,
And if admired,
Only from a distance.

~ words above swords ~

Cold (Haiku) 

Darling I know, the
World is cold, and it’s okay
to love when it snows.

image credits: https://apukkaresort.fi/snow-fact-1-the-world-largest-snowflake/

If

If memories were words,
You’d be a poem, carved on gold
As precious as day first
And never fading old.
Or a million page book,
Full of love, devoid of bluff.
The more I discover you,
The more it isn’t enough.
If people were dreams,
You’d be the one making me smile in my sleep
Or if they were sensations,
You’d be a caress on my cheek,
Or my face against the breeze,
Or the first kiss on my lip.
And if people were melodies,
You’d be the one never slipping off my tongue
No matter how old it has been,
It gets subconsciously sung.
If my heart was a hundred,
Ninety nine’s in love with you
But, a percent still refuses to believe
That a soul, so pure, could even be true.
If on sadness, one could travel,
I’d be on a road, dark, broken in gravels,
Lost I tread, with an unconscious head
My voice grew sore, my eyes reddened,
I looked at you, realized,
You were my long awaited dead-end.
If I could I’d stay here at this very dead end,
And write all about you till I’m alive,
But darling, everything about you can’t be fitted
In the time of a single life.

Scribbles

If life was a paper
Mine’s been scribbled over,some by me, some by others,
Lend me, please, a blank sheet
Wish to write it again all over.

Scribbled pages,
Speaking of my cheers and rages,
Written emotions, written feelings
Suppressed under a mesh of ink,

Smudged papers,
Smelling of spilled liquor,
Blue and black, mixed together,

Here I am again, trying to mess
With time and tide
Through scribbles, a bit of past trying to hide,
The other bit, trying to recover.

Scribbles covering my eyes,
Mists surround, fog bound is my head,
Waiting for the wind to blow over,
Make me feel clear and sober. 

Diaries full of blue and black, 
Tired of writing all my rants, 
Bins are full from crumbled pages
A smile waiting to be put on, since ages.

I’ve seen enough of black and blue, 
Where have gone the other hues? 
When will I get to see the other colors? 
Even if I do, who’ll paint me again all over? 

~ Words above Swords ~

Reminiscence

​When I’m gone,
Do you promise to remember what the sound of my voice felt like? 
How my fingers slipped into your palm
How your wrist felt my pulse.
Remember the way you smiled
When I inked you in my poetry,
When every word had something to speak of you.
Remember the gleam in my eyes
As they reflected yours, 
How my name echoed with yours.
Remember the way I espied you
A way none else could
With belief more than yours on yourself. 
Remember my warmth, when you’re stranded out cold
Remember every second, when you had my hand to hold. 
When I bid adios, when all of me will fade, Every shade, 
My voice, my image, my essence, 
Do you promise to keep me safe
In your Reminiscence? 

~ Words Above Swords ~