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Sabaine Harinarain Poem
Winds hustling pass the speed limit.
Trees whispering gossip;
obviously a scandalous myth.
She stares up into the copper brown walls.
Resting, but not relaxing, in a bed of straws.
Her long golden hair nesting at the back of her head.
Oh my might midnight star,
What a wonderful sight you are!
You live in the cold core of my heart.
Yet when I look up into the
dark luminous eyes of yours,
you are laying so very still
like a pupil dilating.
You cluster above her home,
Waiting for the girl to arrive just outside her door.
Yearning to shine your glistening light upon her face.
Oh admirable Moon,
you want to reach out to
her ravenous soul.
To heal the battle wounds left by her evil step family.
Oh starry, starry night,
I wish, I wish
that I just might be appeal-able
to attend the Dark Ball.
To be able to enter the mysterious dark hollow tree
castle that stands on top of the hill.
“Bring me an orange pumpkin
and fetch me some rats.
Bring me a dog and some laughter too.
See to it the eleven star be your guide.
And look out for your one falling glass slipper shoe.
Look at the village with merriment and show pride;
that Cinderella is no longer a peasant but a would-be bride.
Common now, you know the deal.
The magic is done and the starry night is seal.
Midnight is the time the truth will be revealed.”
She twirl about in her precious new gown
praising the wondrous moments one live through life.
Gathering her courage she step right up.
Humming the enchanted beauty of the night until
She reach on top.
You, mountain, peek through your curious eyes,
watching the girl ascend to her forthcoming.
You speak into the world, rumbling you reaction
of you understanding.
That you, mountain, are at the top of the world
and have seen it all,
but not the enticing love story stronger than the
stinging of a thousand bee.
Winds hustling pass the speed limit.
Trees whispering gossip;
obviously a scandalous myth.
For the real prince in disguise stand guard at the
entrance of the door.
Copyright © Sabaine Harinarain | Year Posted 2014
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Sabaine Harinarain Poem
My one and only bright supernova.
You are the aliment that runs through my veins.
Your affinity is like hot lava.
You take away my sadness; the thing that pains.
Something so strong that no one can create.
You are my savior, who came from heaven.
A love so strong that on one will dare take.
Remembering when you came at seven.
Just to think that you are my manuscript.
You who reveal my imagination.
The thing that heal my heart when it was ripped.
In the end of a massive conclusion.
Who opens up my eyes for a new world.
Something so shine that it becomes my pearl.
Copyright © Sabaine Harinarain | Year Posted 2013
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Sabaine Harinarain Poem
Tears of blood is dripping down form my eyes.
My heart feels like a stampede of horse has just
ran over it a hundred times.
It feels so lifeless and weak.
We used to be one.
Now we are none.
Our love was strong.
We can fall off a plane and never hit rock
bottom.
A boat can sink, but we would not drown.
I cannot figure out what I did wrong.
I feel like a lyric of a love song.
This feeling inside of me,
is this how the rest of my life would be.
I feel so abused.
I feel so used.
I feel like someone just threw hot acid all
over my body.
Though my love for you will never change,
I know that you hear has been rearranged.
I am still crying because I
accepted being heart broken
by the one and only that mistaken.
My eyes are now ‘awaken.’
Copyright © Sabaine Harinarain | Year Posted 2013
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Sabaine Harinarain Poem
My mind is set on one thing everyday.
A voice in my head says do not let it stay.
I think about it everywhere.
It appears here and there.
Sometimes I think that I am going crazy.
I try to compare myself to a daisy,
the flower that does not sleep at night.
Everyone keeps on telling me that my future
is bright,
but I wonder if they are all wrong or right.
This though cannot disappear in my head
and I just cannot ignore the words that had been said.
This thought is taking up every space in my mind.
I just cannot help it to wonder why some people
are so blind,
that they cannot see the truth.
I can no longer grow any roots.
I can no longer shine like a star.
I am tired of everyone praising me.
I regret pretending that there is nothing
wrong with me that others could not see.
I wish that I can be as hard as the
trunk of a tree,
but even that can be cut down.
I am falling to the ground.
A fake smile on my face does not express
what I have been through for the past days.
Copyright © Sabaine Harinarain | Year Posted 2013
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