Sunday, September 25, 2011

I fell to the ground
on my knees
Crossed my arms
under my chest
Tightly pressing against the stomach
as if to
force something out of my body

I was trembling beyond control
swinging vigorously back and forth

My body refusing to take in
any breaths
as if
to avenge
by denying
the one who
had been denied

The world stood still- one moment
Swirled liked a tornado- the other

My body contracted into shivers
and broke out into sweat

Words had been forgotten
as if
they never were learned

The storm-filled, bloody eyes-
darted around pointlessly
before freezing into stillness
for a moment that seemed like eternity.

Restlessness gave way to rage
and
I began to hammer the floor with my fists
The floor was incapable of sensation
and
I had lost the capacity to feel bodily pain
but
there still was something
Something that had emerged from deep within me
and
shattered every possible inch of my body
but
kept the pieces together, physically

I could feel the throbbing in every cell of my body
yet
I could not feel my body at all

Time for me had vapourized into nothingness

After what seemed like who-knows-what
I held my body together: tight
sat still and
with all the strength
I could imagine my being to have
I fired out of my throat
a very small part of my agony
as a loud and shrill cry

The icy dam in my eyes collapsed
and
the salty water found its salvation
on my burning cheeks
Nothing changed.

The one who had left was never coming back.
I want to tell a tale
but
whenever I put my pen down
to begin
I invariably fail;

I want to paint a picture
that's fair
but
I end up drawing shapes
with no care;

I want to sing a song
that sings
but
people tell me my voice stings;

I want to dance,
dance like I make the wind groove
but
for that
I must learn how to move;

I want to be an orator,
one who churns up passion
but
I stammer as I approach the crowds,
I stammer at their very mention;

I want to be an explorer and
discover brand new worlds
but
My heart begins to race when
I don't know what
the very next turn holds;

I want to be a healer and
wish the sufferings away
but
the sight of pain
makes my legs give way;

No, I want to be myself-
I am perfectly deigned to be that
with no preset fears or notions
swaying with
life's exhilarating motions..


A thousand storms crash against each other-
when I lay my eyes on you
The joys of all four seasons come together-
when I lay my eyes on you
Time shrinks down to that one moment-
when I lay my eyes on you
My feet take me in that one direction-
when I lay my eyes on you
Silence sounds more musical than music-
when I lay my eyes on you
My thoughts knit wonder tales and
My words betray me-
when I lay my eyes on you

I know it's you;
I know it's you
when I lay my eyes on YOU.
When the clouds gather in the mighty sky and
when the breeze brings to me
a muddy scent;

When a bright warm sun greets me in the morning
and
when the midday heat soaks me up;

When I walk down my way home in the eve
and
when a dusky sky points the way;

When my tired body lays flat
and
when I shut my eyes
thinking of the next day.

I know I am alive.
When one journey ends and
a million other beckon you,
what are you going to pick?
Who are you going to be?

When you take a new turn and
an empty sign faces you,
which path are you going to take?
Who are you going to be?

When one dream fades away,
what are you going to fight for?
Who are you going to be?

When friends leave you behind,
who are you going to count on?
Who are you going to be?

When the days are murky and
the sun has lost its way,
what will you hang onto?
Who will you be?

When your heart is split open,
who will help you heal?
Who will he be?
Like a thirsty soul,
lost in a ruthless stretch
of desert,
plagued with
stinging mirages,
I never stop looking,
I never stop hoping.
I hold onto the thing that
keeps me alive:
Life.
Dancing to the rhythm that
spells life,
I lost some, I gained some, and
I kept some.
Brave the wilderness, I will
Never wither, I will.