Her Heart

It lies out in the dirt
Been run over, walked over, crushed over
Bit by bit losing its original shape and form
No longer pumping warm blood
But a cold dark liquid frozen
On the empty street
Soon it will heal on its own
Every time it does.
To be pampered again,
Tickled by tender touch
Fooled by false promises
And then when least expected,
Once again,
To be crushed

The Lavatory

One drop, two drops
Another makes it three
The monitor screen blurring
And that’s the final warning; the red flag
Flood walls cannot hold any longer.
The four walls of the lavatory
Made of concrete
Yet so sentimental, melt
Like an iceberg at the Equator
Not once, nor twice but
Every time her barriers wear thin
And the tears gush out
Into the pale wash basin
Like the monsoon floods,
Listen to her silent weeping
Absorbing her pain
Into its thick plaster
To be concealed from the world
Until the lachrymal have dried out
Till the next time…..

Being a Vegetable

Yes, I haven’t written in a long time

What can I write?

When all thoughts are gone

When all words are lost

Without a trace

Into the thin air

I just stare

At the moving figures on my tv set

Do they make any sense?

Highly doubt it

Does it matter?

Have no clue

Should I do something about it?

Can’t be bothered

So yes, I haven’t written in a long time.

The Man in the Dark

You stand in the shadows

The melancholy well covered by the darkness the light brings

The tears locked in the lachrymals, the key thrown away.

Your enormous heart beating in silence

Your enormous heart that once beat so loud and strong

Your enormous heart, no one could see nor feel

Oh those unlucky ones, who couldn’t see the worthy of you

Let them carry their darkness with them,

Let them rejoice the mistakes they made.

In a second a heart breaks, to mend forever it takes.

But let no pain poison your heart

For it is a jewel of the rarest kind.

You and I

Two strangers meet at the Pacific of misery.
The tide is high
The wind too strong
A single soul against the surge is like,
An autumn leaf about to fall.
They make a deal with words unspoken
Mending two hearts scarred and broken
A sail weaved with two souls instead of one
Creating more thrust against the wind of change
Wrestling against the tidal waves of pain
Finally arriving at the shore of peace and happiness
One on the East and the other on the West

We were fated to meet but never destined to be….together.

Wasting Time

You know me, I know you

But we pretend, not to know

So let’s chase our thoughts around the block

Shovel our feelings into a little black box

Scream louder than the voices in our heads

Till we both can agree, that it’s just too late

A Housewife's Daily Chronicle

5.00 a.m.
The alarm starts screaming,
Finally silenced by my hammering
Cursing I drag my feet from Dreamland to Reality
Make a gallon of morning bed tea
Spend the next fifteen minutes at the little one’s bed
Trying to wake him up from his fairy-dreamed slumber
Taking a break every 4 minutes to shout at top of my lungs
To get the two lazy teenagers out of their beds.
It’s the same medicine for the man of the house.
As they brush, wash, comb and dress
I chop, simmer, boil, mix and stir
While being the location navigator
For missing socks, hair pins, ties and shoes.

One by one they leave the house
It's like the Monsoon came to an end....till the afternoon
I let myself fall onto on the porch,
Pour myself a cup of coffee
And sip slowly while the mind makes strategic plans
For the rest of the day
Piled up laundry, cleaning and sweeping                                                                                                       
Lunch : bake, roast, grill, steam, fry
Dinner: Settle for take away
An overdose of favors,
From ironing the next days’ clothes to helping with homework
As the list of chores goes sky rocketing
I switch to Martini Ross.

The clock hands do their Salsa and time flies at light speed
Finally the Sun sets and the day close in.
Time for my one minute meditation,
While taking the night shower
Slowly I crawl into the bed
With every muscle in my body screaming for a good night sleep
Alas, my man has not fallen asleep yet
He looks at me the way he did on our honeymoon
and murmurs in a husky voice
I look at him matter-of-factly
Oh no Honey, not tonight.

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Used,

Played,

Insulted,

Lied to,

Finally thrown away.

And all I did was, love.