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When the Sun Was Gone

She thought I loved her for the texture of her hair 
Yes, but I also loved her for her flair 
We thought that our love will always float in the air 
We were sure, and for this we stood foursquare 
She thought I loved her for the cocoa brown color of her skin
I could care less because that’s not the reason for our love’s tailspin 
Our souls were joined at some point in passion like a Siamese twin 
Long before our popular love turned into a devotion that had-been 

Perhaps we expected our actions to always be so circumspect
Love is conditional, relationships need an emotional architect 
So, she thought I loved her for the velvet cavity betwixt her thighs 
I don’t apologize, she is a powerful woman, or else please advise 
She thought I am a man-shaped drug the detox to which is painful 
Till I remembered that many of her devotional phrases were so guileful  
Saying that she has been in a hole for so long that it started feeling like home 
Saying that she has been watering a dead flower and every flaw was a syndrome 
Saying that she has justified to many scars by loving a person who’s holding a knife 
Saying that she would rather be in a relationship that is full of love and life 
Saying that she has her boundaries pushed, her thing inside has been awakened 
You might wonder whether her hitting-the-freeway had already been preordained

From the oceans of love, our feelings have been invited ashore 
The absences of which each of us can barely account for
Perhaps we expected ourselves to be as perfect
Little did we know that in this prison of letdown we’re a convict  
But should every slip-up we confect be checked?
Every box of that which doesn’t connect us be ticked? 
We dwell with the denizens of the deep - our ship’s wrecked
We both know that we don’t need a restraining order 
To come to the grips of it that it is over 
Lips that taste the tears, they say are the best for kissing
I pray that you save the kissing for your engagement ring 
So, then I can be happy that I dried my tears to see the stars 
When the sun was gone and that only memories will remain ours

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A Letter To My Mother

From dusk to dawn 
Sunrise to sundown
This I will never forget 
Your kisses that always left me in a comfort 
And a bliss that no grief could ever secrete
A mile-wide-smile and sweet
That never deserted your cheeks

Your submissiveness 
When my stomach would rumble
How you would enable my aptitudes
And change my ill attitudes
And fashion my self-esteem
Not to be the next awaited victim
Under any state of affairs 

You reduced yourself down to zero
But to me you were still a hero 
Jointly we went outdoors and out 
And more often than not 
We would go up the hills 
And lean idly upon the walls

You were my physician 
Upon all signs of hypochondria
You were a mother superior
You did the whole in a real thrill
You were to me mother-of-pearl

People said, "too much sweet cloys"
But your love to me grew bold in all ways
Now and then I never thought
Life could bring in me a heart-strife
And put a blot of blood on my ecstasy

I recall one day I stood neighboring you
With my two hands akimbo
It was the nightfall of the 16th July 
My tongue had stranded on its pivots
My mouth was kept mum
So were my tryouts
To keep you from shutting those eyes
I asked myself so many whys 
I stretched my eyes to see if it was a lie
Only to hurt them and find I couldn't deny
That I was left a flag without a pole
And like a shoe without a sole
Or like a worker denied a dole
In my heart there was now a hole

Life turned a wound that hurt
I got myself caught up in a mesh 
Like a fishbone stuck in my throat

I never thought
Life could be so dicey
I was blind at the outset now I see
This life will never set me free 
In every breath I'll pay a huge fee
For my blameworthy breakthroughs
Still death split people into twos
The worldly and the heavenly 
The lonely and the heavenly
Mothers gone, children left odd socks
Little strokes fell great oaks

In my life time and hereafter
As long as eyes can see, mouths can utter
From side to another, below to above
There has never been a heartfelt love 
Like yours to me 
Or whose love that can be?

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Get a Lfe

Under the shadow
Of your past mistakes, you live
And the way you perceive 
Life is itself a deceive 
For there is more to life 
Than occupying space and time
You think you live life to the fullest 
But you are the most clueless 
And blindest

Get a life 
 
You pursue happiness
But you don’t see the pass through 
Because you must carry it with you 
Like a guitar
For happiness cannot be pursued
Like information perused 
Or like a child amused 
 It must ensue 
Not like the life
 You intend to live up to 
Traded by living 
Someone else’s opinion of you 
Like many times they have told you
You amount to nothing 
And even though you are always bluffing 
To be bravely bold 
You seem like you need to be consoled
For you grumble, get angry 
Eat too much, drive too fast  
Your life is caught up 
Like fish gills in a net 
And frankly while others feel the rain 
You just get wet 
You don’t even know the difference   
That is why you have resigned to exist 
Instead of living 
You don’t know the strategy to exit
Or the quickest escape  
While friends tell you that you are in shape
You wish they could strip naked the truth 
Or undrape the reality 
  
That you are but a walking corpse
And every day that goes 
It gets worse 

Get a life 

You say marriage 
Was your greatest achievement
Because it guaranteed you sex 
But even dummies marry 
And one of them happens to be your ex
Now what? 
You don’t understand 
What has brought your marriage to a sweet end? 
Or perhaps by moving on 
You have begun to understand
And that doesn’t make you under achiever 

Get a life 

Not a rifle
To end your own life 
For your mind is tainted 
With to-do lists 
Shame you don’t know 
Which one you should do first at least?  
So, you weaken your thinking 
With the drinking 
Thinking the stress would go away 
But instead, you let stay 
Of misery
And so good plans 
That you make go astray 

Get a life 

Someone once said
Aspire to inspire before you retire
And I say 
Inquire before you set it on fire
Forget the past and hang out with the yet-to-come 
Just like love
Life too is not just a common noun
It is also a verb
And if Mario got one 
You should too
So, walk the talk 
Get a life

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Does It Make You

He is surviving the burden 
Of your heart striving to harden
For loving you has never been a bargain 
Yet even in his unspeakable pain
He wishes for a daughter no other 

You say he has never been a better father
Oh yes, you have got this from your mother 
But does it make you a better daughter 
To toss him through hell and high water 

You say he should have been there
For him to recently reappear 
And claim he loves you dear 
That his conscience is now clear

But isn’t your deaf ear 
That refused him to hear 
When he was on all four 
Admitting that he had to fall 
To realize his flaw.

Forgiveness, you preach
Second chances, your keynote speech 
You claim it is but a rupture 
That led to unpreventable breach 

To your authentic posture  
In reality, they don’t come free 
In fact they flatter your vanity 
But does your sanity
Reflects the actuality 

“Put yourselves in my shoes”
You ask 
But have you ever put yourself in his 
Alas!
You don’t take that to task 
But his failings to unmask 
Has never been to you so easy 
While shame is to crime so nosy 
You deny yourself the gift 
Of forgiveness  

And so he dies 
Deprived of seeing 
His last wish materialize
But has you heart stop bleeding 
As you no longer need to repudiate his pleading 

“It was not his fault”
Says you mother at last 
“I lied to him that you were not his daughter”
So we wouldn’t be bothered as you grow older
Now does it make you a genuine hater. 
To just give your mother a hug
And then embrace her

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This Love At First Sight

This love at first sight
Leaves my jaws pretty tight
Lips tremble despite the confusion so slight
I remain just calm to serve on right
But I see a night in broad daylight
I ask myself, is this fiction twilight
Or just shock or real fright

I have seen pretty, yes
Even prettier, but could care less
But this leaves in me a hot mess
I have had doubts, oh yes
But this one, I don’t second guess

I have seen cuter eyes
But yours took me by surprise
Your beautiful body terrifies
And I wonder who qualifies
To catch the left behind butterflies
Each time you glamorize
I can’t help myself fantasize

Your voice gives me a fetish
With you I want to be selfish
You for myself until I perish
Your absence leaves the anguish
Like I have you already in a mesh

I see a baby face
With look of innocence
Beyond age and any instance
If it were my preference
I would say, you are the essence
Of true love wrapped in an angel’s semblance

You are to me an eighth world wonder
Your absence makes my heart grow fonder
Yet your presence makes my world spin round
Faster a deal than it does, so my heart pound
Faster a deal than it does, so its beating sound
Weirder a deal than it does, I stomp the ground.

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In the Lovers' Dance - Perfect

in the lovers’ dance 
the place of freedom 
my mind still drifts  
with no wisdom 
allowing tension to build 
carving out to relish the tantric pleasure 
tenderness of which equals no charm
emotionally vulnerable  
reminiscing the fact 

we aren’t here to be perfect 
we are here to know 
perfect is who we are 

in the lovers’ dance 
breathing slower and deeper 
our breaths synchronize 
as we awake our sensual grid
to dance with all our senses 
to this exotic yet erratic music 
as we float on pleasure with our eyes 
glued to our twirling movements   
while absorbing all the input 
our senses are getting
it is not just dance 
it is about ecstasy 
rekindling our sexual chemistry
restoring your faith in a whole man 
you say, because now you know 

we aren’t here to be perfect 
we are here to know 
perfect is who we are 

in the lovers’ dance 
where you soar in your own ecstasy 
and your pleasure is sacred to be consummated
there is find solace and tremble slightly 
in this lovers’ dance 
as your eyes meet my gaze 
i learn to accept my stance 
whether joyful or bland 
for now, I know very well 
how to uncover the mud
that’s keeping me from seeing 
that I am a perfect being 
for perfection is but the child of time
and perfect lovers’ dance 
even in memory 
is not common

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Dear Virgo

A thought about losing you is much crueler 
Than never having had you  
But is it better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all?
I have lost the battle between my mind and my heart
The battle of responding to question-whys
Though my mind sighs 
My heart still tries 
We started with a simple hello 
And ended up with a complicated hell no! 
Like, when it’s real, should one walk away?
Like, love that we cannot have, is that the strongest?
Last the longest or hurt the deepest?

The one that I don’t fall asleep to extremes, 
Because reality is better than my dreams?
Thorny feelings and frightening screams, 
In my life, now here’s the real Ghost that seems?
Yesterday we were on the same page with ease, 
Today you are the chalk and I am the cheese?

How do I explain how I miss you in length?
Your charming smile that always thaws my depth
By flashing your teeth 
I always see happiness laying underneath 
Your character that imprisonments my heart 
Made me forgot I had other worlds
And with very little words
You always turned a small cell into my whole universe 
Though these words might seem like another line of verse
Trust me a lot more are stuck in my throat, and that’s worse
I treasure what we had if we had, what we have if we have 
With every pace of it, wave of it, sound of it, crave of it
And promise to love you forever for the sake of it
For whether beauty or wealth, better or worse
Or these all, or all, or more
Perhaps what was between our two lips a while ago 
Wasn’t destined to reach us in the long go 
But perhaps also what’s underneath two mountains
Could be destiny that is trying to reach us 
I trust my ego 
Dear beautiful Virgo