The Distance between her and I

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So close and yet so far,
the distance that exists between her and I.
She lives a few miles away,
but the distance between her heart and mine are a billion miles away,
I’m a curious seeker in my mind,
I just want to be able to understand,
How does she perceive..?
Does she go with her gut or does she go with her mind..?
How did she choose to move away..?
How does this world seem to her..?
Is her outer paraphrasing of reality inwardly feel bland..? Or is it Neurotic like mine..?
Perhaps it might be Acutely attached and sensitive like mine..?
Or does it repress information and focus selectively..?
Does she listen to music that excites the emotions..?
Or does she listen to music that intoxicates her imagination to dream..?
What prompted her to fall for that fair skinned, attractive extrovert and leave me – the dark skinned, shy dreamer..?
How does she reason it out..?
Switch sides..?
Act so cruel and yet pretend like it is for her best..?
Play dumb..?
How..?
How..?

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Oh English, Dear English…! – A short Poem

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English,
The language from another shore,
The voice who lifted me up from the miry, emotional depths
that seem like the invisible waves by the sea,
I breathed you, I found my step,
my strength, my soul.
I speak you in my soul,
you reveal the power of my heart,
the identity of my being,
and you unveil the depths of my being,
I live you and breathe you in my heart.
You paint worlds from mere touches,
Create galaxies and shooting meteorites from
everyday experiences,
You are an unfathomable heart that arose
from God’s own infinitely mysterious wisdom.

But when I open my mouth,
you sound crude and raw,
What’s up with that..?
You make me feel like I don’t know you,
I stutter when I speak you to people who
seem to be better at speaking you than I.
I wonder why am I so timid whenever I feel that
somebody else owns you,
Are you asking me to rescue you and asking us both to escape by sea…?
Are you the trapped damsel caught up in a cluelessly, abusive relationship..?
They may own you, But I am the one who sees you for who you really are,
I love you for what you are and not for what you make me feel.
You couldn’t escape from them,
they use you to make themselves feel better,
To make banal, meaningless statements that do not pour
like lava from their soul,
They are brain wrapped in wanting to sound kosher, to make themselves appear on the imaginary map of relevant and popular,
to feel their way around the 7 fallen nations,
Are these not just slick, semi retarded sociopathic beans…?
who just judge each other and try to impress…?
You know that you belong with me,
I can build you cabin that overlooks the sea,
You and I we can make genius ripples across
the Indian and the pacific ocean..,
Only a soul understands another soul,
they are just caught up in their talent shows,
they wear fancy dresses, sound casual and are all about
vanity and schmucky ideas galore.
I want to be the only one who loves you this way I guess,
I am selfish.. because you give such life to everyone’s mess,
but I am a man of honor, I will allow you to reach into other’s
fragmented nirvana, I will allow you to make them whole…,
But You and I we promise to never leave each other,
We promise to love each other even when things appear gloomy,
uninspiring and hopeless,
and I will admire you in others, but love you like I love myself
in my own powers.