Set fire on my soul
I wish you’d look at me and sway.
Shiver from the very core of your spine.
Feeble heart, trembling with
the very thought
of loosing you.
Dearest Heart
Dear my heart
All this worldly fanfare is not for me
I am all alone in this festivity
I don not want to stay
where I feel restless
No one understands my pain
Every one is obsessed with self interest
There is no point sharing my grief
in an unknown place
My sad heart, listen to me
I dont want to stay
where I feel restless..
Truly yours ..
Seema
Seema Sahoo – ©
Consequences Poem 6
Consequences
I have held my heart
Up and out of my body
For the whole world to see
I have tried to give it
Easily, Coyly
At a distance
I have given it gladly
Had it stolen away
I seem to grow another
Too easily perhaps
My hearts span the globe
carried by people who didn’t want them
Abused them, used them
Didn’t care about them but took them anyway
Taken by people with kind smiles
Hiding bitter souls
Neglecting their promises
Seems my hearts were never given
To the deserving
Or the righteous
They were given to the the ones
Who stabbed my back
And pierced my dignity
My hearts are scattered
Dashed, betrayed
Sacked, pillaged
Taken away
Guess They
Must have needed them
For something
This ones with me..
The dark night
Full of light
The moon shines
Too much bright
Maybe he is smiling wide
As I reach to all new heights
My face feels a cool breeze
It tells me I wont freeze
Though its dark
But light is with me
I will reach my destination
As the fight is with me
2:29
While strategically placing my lipstick, I caught a glance of the clock. Its 2:29. Damn that brings me back to the times…..
Remember how you would hold my face in your hands when we kissed? Do you remember how I would sing to you or play fight you when I was pissed? I cant believe how much of our dysfunction I miss…..
Or wait, what about the times you would talk in your sleep? We would laugh forever! When did forever, become never? Were we really that weak?
I know you really remember how you stopped returning my calls. We barely would see one another, you made me feel so small……..
2:30. So glad that minute has passed. While the pain is still real, the healing is vast. A couple swipes of mascara, just enough to define. Grabbing my purse I step out the door, turn and look behind….”To hell with the time 2:29″
3 PM
The pen in my hand
the clock on the wall.
Can the pen write fast enough
before time passes?
Ideas swarm in my head
words reach out.
Some land on the page
others fly on by.
When the right ones get together
a poem may be born.
Dear You Never Were To Me
And yet
I languish in a land of unforget
That will insist I set aside
More than a passing blink of clock
Or swell of tide
In sentimental debt
When I hear your name,
And raise a private glass
To the carrion of regret.
Dear Cousin:
When we were young,
we were so close.
Societal conventions,
keeping us… from
crossing that line.
I always felt
safe around you.
The big brother,
I never had
Protecting me from harm.
Now; your quirks,
Having become a fanaticism,
I do not understand.
You follow me online,
Attacking my character.
I try to ignore.
Sometimes I succeed.
Sometimes I don’t.
My heart hurt,
I can’t help but wonder:
What happened to my hero?
For Kurt
I wait
I wait for you to
Finish
But instead you say
Nevermind
Come as you are as you were
Can you feel my love buzz
I wait.
I wait for you
But you scream stay away
Come as you are as you were
I’m waiting
~.%
Where am I? … 3pm
Vortex of words
pulling me in
forcing me to see
things I didn’t want to see.
About myself.
About what I’d become.
Lost.