The Lonely Heart
The silence in the room
The darkness of the night
I look through the crack on the door
Wondering when you'll switch on the light
My eyes grow tired, My hopes fade away
Still holding onto false hope
You may call me tonight
Days, weeks months and years
My heart feels heavy now
My eyes filled with tears
You treat me good, it's not all bad
But why do my insides feel empty and sad
Just living this life as the world narrates
But never did I think
We'll have a wall between us that keeps us separate
Under the same roof, Sleeping apart
Good night my love from this Ionely heart.
People see evil as the devil
Evil is among us every day
The walk down the street next to you
Sit behind you on the bus
Go to the same church as you
Love under the same roof
Evil can be young or old
Rich or poor
Any gender
Brother or sister
Aunty or uncle
Mother or father
They hid in plain sight
They do noble jobs
Volunteer for charities
They don’t always have kill or attack
Narcissists are everywhere
They gaslight you
Manipulate you
And do the cruelest things
A danger to us all
Are we too relaxed in today’s society?
Some wishes must wait all the time,
Life’s still such a bait all the time.
Grapes never go sour all the time,
Not tongues’, it’s mind’s trait all the time.
Strange, two souls under the same roof
Live a life of hate all the time.
Trust between two suffers some times,
Endurance abates all the time.
Ghazals would do well often times
If newness create all the time.
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Ghazal |01.03.2025| wish, hate, faith, fortitude
We spent twenty two long years together
under the same roof, so, I know him better than others,
for he’s my only brother.
On his own terms his life he walks brave,
setting the course on the pathway he likes to pave.
Probing nameless people uncalled, he may descry
break the fence of his protected privacy and pry,
ask incisive questions to slice his persona, they try.
He doesn’t ever care to reply.
In his heart sunk in the quicksand of time weary,
emotions rise from the dormant passion’s debris.
The good done to him he can’t acknowledge loud,
but buds of love blooming within, he keeps under shroud.
Mellow sensitivity absorbs all his feelings inarticulate,
he is overwhelmed, but doesn’t know how to demonstrate.
A deviant introvert, he seldom submits to others’ decree,
until he finally sleeps he’ll do what to do with will free.
He’s content with little, grateful for god’s blessings plenty.
As the night is deepening, it's drawing toward temptation,
Driving me unknowingly toward romantic imagination.
She occupies me every time, every time she dictates thought.
You just can't get enough of imagination; she is such a sweetheart.
Imagining what if two souls were under the same roof,
Except romance in eyes, there wouldn't be any excuse.
They would have loved, adored; they would be in arms.
They would have unified, melted in each other's warmth.
"All of us are on a journey and the answers are unspoken"
Quote by _Constance La France
All will be well in near future
If I keep coming close to you darly
Because I understand your importance
In this journey of life.
I keep trying my best to break a big way
As you can see this small
Progress through my capacity
As a man of good visions.
I will seem hypocrite
If I don't recognise
Your importance
To me publicly
And keep praising you secretly.
You can be the only
Reason to live in this small city
May be I could be visiting big world cities.
Keep sharing advices
Answer my preoccupations sometimes
But living with you under the same roof,
It is my best prayer to God.
May 15/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by
Constance la France
The high-priced diamond ring,
In the store, shining
Many people discover,
Thinking about their lovers
Wanting to own a diamond ring
But the love I offered you
It’s more precious than that ring
I can't give you a diamond ring,
Only my honest heart
That forever shines, sweetly in your life,
Alive together as husband and wife.
Nurture a warm and joyful family,
Which is lovelier than that ring
Love and loyalty as life partners
Enjoying life under the same roof forever.
Dreaming of building a hopeful family
With forgiveness and sincerity
I want to offer my humble heart
In exchange for a diamond ring
The diamond is just a lifeless thing
That has no soul and little meaning
CONVENIENTLY ABSENT
You sit alone, neglected,
In your study-room, day after day,
Well of tears drains away,
Spirit of life, parched for lack of sustenance,
Turned off, sounds of harmony, rhythm,
Place, devoid of meaning.
They, once hearth and home,
Drove you out into barred solitude
Under the same roof
On separate, adjacent lines.
No longer loved as yourself,
Become a living scandal
To strangers in your midst,
Today conveniently absent,
At work or school or church.
Now prepared with care, the means of exit,
Nothing left to chance or change of mind,
Letter lies open, clear - out on the desk,
They may read its explanation,
Take note or pretend it never appeared at their home.
You rise from your seat, irksomely comfortable,
With steel-eyed resolve possessed,
All done as planned, gathering journey’s materials,
Leave space to descend dim-lit stairs
Into a sudden, self-created vacuum.
Graceful you are as a flight of angels,
Moving through to the empty garage.
Armed stool waits patiently for you
From the midst of an unseen circle of fire,
To step into the hollow breach and fall.
Jesus has The Last Supper
While man yearns for the last wish
To be fulfilled in life time
In old age
Wow
He wants to travel round the world
What a splendid idea
A lot of money spend
Pouring out like running tap water
To see the different places under the same sky
To see the different people under the same roof
To read the different people of the same residence,the earth
Either still far away from hell or heaven
We live happily because Jesus has his Last Supper
We leave happily maybe after we have our last wish
Being granted too
We have our own wishes and desires to be fulfilled
Is hard to distinguish and choose one
For the last wish
As we're are not as saintly as Jesus
As we commemorated Him
For man's love is selfish and unique
Still full of sin
he participated in bringing you here
my precious one ...I thank God for you as I stare at you in loving awe — mixed with fear
cause daddy is here—yet gone
how can he be under the same roof with us; yet we’re alone
it appears all he wanted was to spread his seed;
naive to your emotional needs
I’ll do my best in hopes you don’t follow his lead
clearly not God’s intent for raising you
which is why God made it so that procreating takes two
It has been staying with us under the same roof
In the down rack of the wardrobe, lying aloof
Unnoticed even by granny and quite obscure
But with due prominence, kept with proper secure
One day, I wanted to remove the damaged ones.
Among the huge piles of tattered books weighing tons,
An untitled spiral book caught my attention.
I pulled it from the heap but with no intention.
Slowly I read a few lines from the crumpled pages.
Matured thoughts with marvelous poetic phrases
Those poems were written by my late grandfather,
Unfolding his infinite love to grandmother
Ameliorated the dog eared pages discreetly,
Named it ‘My Nostalgic Memories’ and neatly
Enveloped in a silver foiled attractive case,
My best gift ever, given to granny with grace.
He Gave Her A Book Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Syllable Count: PS
Date: 19-05-2021.
There has been a joining of an adult male and a female child
Not quite a proud owner of a single pubic hair,
Letting a lamb under the same roof as The Wild
And treating both as “A Divine Pair”
The man’s boyish smiles are a ruse:
The girl hasn’t yet begun to bolted bathrooms use…
Now, there are to be matches between a stout phallus and a hole
Too tender to start conceding a goal.
… As it could burst into flames, vowing to not forget
A treatment not befitting A Nugget.
Supposedly the answer to prolonged spinsterhood
But ironically worse than chaining widowhood:
Aiming to stall a woman’s heartbreak by insincere suitors
But keeping the infant wife constantly with sly mentors.
Paired up are a two owning contrasting tracks
By races audaciously upholding their cracks
Also, the clear encouragement of hateful inhibitions
And a stark support of deaf traditions.
UNLOVED
She longed to be treated as a partner should be
Loved, appreciated, valued, respected, supported and cared for
Sadly, she can't remember feeling those things
Oblivious to her needs, the man whose name she took,
now takes her for granted
She feels manipulated, chastised, insignificant and unloved
Day by day nothing changes
They reside under the same roof, but are worlds apart
He is always there, but never present
She is always there, but never a priority
He never asks how her day was,
if there's anything he could do for her, or what she needs
Oh there are lots of things!
She wants to be held and kissed, told she is beautiful and missed
And to be treated as a woman should be
But instead, every harsh word beats her down
Crushing her spirit, breaking her
until darkness settles in
and steals her light
She withdraws
And wishes that someone
would just love her the way
she deserves
to be loved
What HAPPENED to the love we had
What happened to the dreams we had
What happened to the moments we treasured
What really happened to the love you had for me
Did it just fade away like it never existed
Or maybe it was washed away with your sins; who knows
What happened to the dreams of us being parents of the same kids
The hopes we had that wouldn't just end
The dreams of us being under the same roof- or did you just wake up
The dreams of us putting on royal wears- of a King and Queen
Or putting on ballers wears; He's mine--> she's mine
I'm lost in thoughts and found in confusion, maybe its a hokum
We used to gaze at the stars together and smile
You used to say my eyes are brighter than the stars, I remember
But now I guess the darkness outshined them- you lied
Why did you let human words 'mtaachana tu' separate us
You said I'm your last but now you happier than us
I thought communication was the key and loyalty is the lock
you find light in a parasite
and i don’t like your taste all that much
but i’m stained to you like a henna tattoo
one that’s course to the touch
bittersweet is the word on the street
but I know sour is more your style
now I’m inundated and aggravated
by a nature so hostile
you said when I lose that you’ll sing me the blues
well i’m still standing, my friend
now we continue to peruse the same avenues
home to conflict foreseeing no end
you’re only amused when i’m feeling bruised
and that’s the character i despise
but i think you’re consumed by a feeling that looms
from the human behind the eyes
spare me time and with that I’ll spare you mine
but without frivolity in view
you can’t hold me aloof under the same roof
because like the rain I’m stuck with you too
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