Kitchen Hand

Ill
But strong willed
A trial of bills
She has to pay
Washes dishes night and day
Something she said the other day...

(I wish I could
Dream what I may
Do what I please
Don’t let me wash away)

Spent her time in front of a sink
But at night, she sinks in ink,
Brush up a page with her aching fingertips
Her worst enemy is not a stain, on that dish,
But on her mind and how it thinks
"I have seen worse", She lied in vain,
Falling apart like a shooting star in decay...

(I wish I could
Dream what I may
Do what I please
Don’t let me wash away)

Over-worked and underpaid these battered souls
I wish had better rhymes than what I hold
So their untold tales would have a place
Than just a same old staring sinkhole...

http://poeticeescape.blogspot.com.au/2014/09/kitchen-hand.html

Destiny

(All this time, I tried to persuade myself

I know, I know my heart tried to evade myself

Ignored the call

Afraid of the fall

I accept, my faults)

So, no time to waste

Still, no words in haste

Nor words of hate

Write a piece about peace

Get killed, so the world would believe

In the power of words and poetry, imagine.

Coz a living poet

Is like you and me

An ordinary being

No one sees, his passion

No one reads, his beliefs

And I believe

That I need to believe in myself and poetry, more.

But when?

Will this clout of doubt, ever end?

(All this time, I tried to persuade myself

I know, I know my heart tried to evade myself

Ignored the call

Afraid of the fall

I accept, my faults)

When your dream outgrows you

When your heart outweighs you

When voices in your head out-speaks you

To the point you can't carry on

Living like this

Feeling like shit

When destiny comes out and seeks you

Is the moment you,

Stop.

Persuading yourself

Stop.

Evading yourself

And start believing.

Lazy Dreamer

Life was easy

Coz I was sleazy

Untrue to myself,
lazy.

But then I found my passion

And said "get busy"

Before I forget to regret, again.

Deadwood started to ignite

For a while, I cruised on a tide,

Of beginner’s luck ride

Words came in abundance

Dancing in my sight

So I wrote rhymes

About the times we live in

Some read and some listened

Snaps, claps and silent nods

They looked me up on their iPod

Day by day

My fears diminished

I spoke with confidence

Exposed myself with eloquence

I'm a classy-cheap act

Call me an addict

Rush this mic gives me is hazardous

From small pubs to millions

That’s the goal

Selling out arenas,

Before I go

To another show

I have 1000 miles from here

And I'm 10000 miles deep into the journey

Of my dreamland country

Before I wake up, notepad on the side

And I’m a too lazy to write

The lines I had.

Life is easy,

I'm sleazy

Untrue to myself

Lazy

Overdue. But I bid adieu

To my dreams, once again

Silent Mist

I don’t complain

I own my silence

I welcome it

I embrace

I enjoy the silence

No,

I don’t complain,

Yes,

It’s been a while

Some years have gone by

Yes

Two n half decades waved goodbye

No

I still don’t complain

It’s hard to blame

Yourself for anything

I was never picked upon

Never made fun off

I was too nice for a fight

I was living a good life

So why, speak up

Yes, I have been year for a while

Blending in the background of your settings

Staring down on misery

Like a mannequin, ever regretting

I have been restrained

Detained in my thoughts

See

You are preoccupied with something;

Like rent, food, and job when you have nothing

And you are mortified to lose it all, when you have everything

So I, always had an excuse to be quite

Until I met him

His spirit passed through me

He speaks to me

Through poetry

So skillfully

He communicates

Purely, from his soul

Solely, to my core

He speaks

And tells me speak up

Now, I turn up

When you tune in the mic

Just to tell you I have a voice

To show you I exist

No more a mist

No more silent

Hanging

Like a ribbon from a book

Weed from a bush

Rock from an edge

To god I pledge

I will keep on hanging

Till my last breath he rejects

I eject from this misery

Like a rock falling

I hear my calling

Calling, but God's busy

So I'm recalling, all the times when I was down and he picked me

Enthralling, heart throbbing, as I’m sent again to find my way

Behind slamming doors, somewhere, is the pathway

So I'm scanning

Till that time

I will keep on hanging

Hanging on to your memory

Hanging by your smile

Coz it was the last thing that made me feel something

That curved line, signifies some element of sentiments

But I can’t recall

Calling, redialing God

Coz I’m falling again

And there is no one to catch me

I'm hanging on minimum wage

Coz my full potential is not been gauged

I'm hanging onto sanity

Coz I have not found you yet

I'm hanging on to the past

Coz present is such a contrast

I'm hanging on to a glimmering flame

Coz the future looks so dark

I'm 
Hanging 

Inner Monologue

He said,

Why do you write?

You can’t even ignite

An emotion in yourself

Set motion to your life

Disperse the commotion in your head.

Your notepad; filled with foggy thoughts

Shadowy figures, lonely nights, cue marks on the side,

Why do you write?

Why do you write?

You can’t describe the painful times

When sorrows and sufferings you felt for others

With mumbling words you tried to smother

The burning desire to set fire on that page

Which you left incomplete.

Why do you write?

Words cannot suffice

The last memory, of your smiling niece

Saying "I love you, chacho", tears released,

Those moments of peace, you cannot capture.

Then why do you write?

Pondering, in the silent chambers of my insecurity

Refusing unstructured forms of poetic immaturity

Stressed out by obscure syllables

Back and forth I walk, counting feet

Symbols hanging on the wall

Scattered words like an allegory

A hear a voice

Radical, refusing to die out

Rebutting my argument

"Invalid"

She shouted out

Be free

Break the shackles off iambic feet

Ignore,

Grammatical errors considered crime

Bounding terrors of rhythm and rhyme

Say, say, what’s on your mind.

With time, comes guile and grace, for now,

Write because the universe conspires

Write because of your primal desires

Write because the heart enquires

Write because your thoughts aspire to become poems one day and be heard

Write before those thoughts retire

Write before your voice expires

Making Light Conversation

Let’s talk and share our thoughts.

Let's reflect, introspect and contemplate
Let's muse, debate and speculate
On days of past and coming times
Let’s create and cherish wishful designs

Let thinkers and scholars deliberate
On miracles and their dreadful fate
On how to live and how to die
Or why to live and for whom to die

But we shall speak of something else
Something new and something fresh
Something, umm,
Something ….

These thoughts I have, but never mind
Words are deceitful and silence is, all encompassing.

So let’s gravitate, to our original state
Back to nothingness
And
Being Silent

Quintessence of Love

Eager eyes

Narrow sights

A bit of love, a bit of lust

Simmering smiles

Will evaporate

What then will, be left of us?

Lovers depart, a broken trust

Life to death, corpse to dust

Dreams die, worlds collapse

Let’s not wait,

On the other side