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 ~

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.