poetry

Rich man’s daughter

A rich man’s daughter
Stole her man
She took away her laughter
In just one second

The rich man’s daughter
As pretty as daylight
Stars twinkling in her eyes
Her skin so bright and her hair so nice

The rich man’s daughter
Came like a thief on a new moon night
And swept her love away
Worlds crashed beneath her feet
When rich man’s daughter defeated her

She was, but a warrior
Wielded her sword, made most of her day
While in the night, with ink
She made her way,
A rebel, but a mighty heart, they all say

But, sons of nobility don’t wed warriors,
Do they?
All they seek is a taste of their thirst for freedom
Of all things that they should have been,
But aren’t

So, when the warrior lost her heart,
She gave up on her sword and her ink
The blind soothsayer always warned
The warrior to not cheat on her art
But, the rebel she was, she also lost her mind
With her heart

The sons of nobility don’t wed warriors,
Do they?
All they seek is a taste of their thirst for freedom
Of all things that they should have been,
But aren’t

And one fine day, the man ran away,
Back to his father
Leaving the warrior half dead
In ruins,
Fed her a poison of lies
Without a tinge of remorse
With all the false pride
Hence, came the name snob
And stuck forever

All he sought from the warrior
Was the thrill of an adventure
Before snob, like every other only wed
A rich man’s daughter

poetry

Not Yet and No Longer

Oh how am I scared

To let go

Of myself

A part of me, attached to you

How I unintentionally and

Desperately hold on to you

But you are gone

There’s a wall

Made of glass

But all you see is a mirror

 

I cry out to you

In my sleep

“Come back”, I plead

My knees bleed

“Don’t go?” I say

Knowing it’s too late

Closed is the gate

Locked in the door

I can’t get to you

Not anymore

 

And I still sit waiting

In front of the glass

Hoping for nothing

Wishing for nothing

Pain is a friend now

The only companion

The glass now plays memories

Anniversaries, those idiosyncrasies

But the film is blurry

Or maybe it’s my sight

 

My people try

Dragging me away

But my heels are dug deep

In this space

Between not yet

And no longer

They hold my hands

And pull me away some days

Other days they just let me be

 

My body runs away

Only to find that sometimes

My heart is left behind

Sometimes it’s my soul

My body is weary and

We all play the waiting game

Till I get myself out of the space

Between not yet and no longer