Broken

I feel you slipping through my grasp.
like sand through my fingers,
tiny fragments of your being,
crash to the ground at my feet, and splinter,
so why, tell me why, is it that i'm the one,
who feels so broken.

Your hand is lying in mine,
but your heart is far away,
and the pleasure i should feel
of having you by my side,
is shattered, ruined, damaged
by your love.

You let yourself walk away,
i want to run, catch up,
beg and plead, on bended knee,
cant think of anything that
would keep your love
entwined with mine

And I feel you slipping through my grasp.
like sand through my fingers,
tiny fragments of your being,
crash to the ground at my feet, and splinter,
so why, tell me why, is it that i'm the one,
who feels so broken.

Poetry With Young People

When I was in boarding school, we had a poet come stay with us - Gieve Patel. He made us listen to poetry and inspired us to write some too.
The following two poems are mine which were recently published in a book called Poetry With Young People, edited by Gieve Patel.


My Mother Before Her Morning Cup Of Tea

The eyes flash,
Like a lighthouse,
Against the expose of (her)the cheeks,
Her breath comes out short and fast -
A sea about to erupt from her bed.


Trapped

I stared at myself in the mirror,
Wanting to free (me)myself,
Yet, as hard as I tried
to peel off the layers
accumulated,
I couldn't;
(I was) Trapped
By my own biases,
And those of my peers.



These are the edited versions of the poems. The originals are slightly different but I felt and still feel that it makes all the difference. The brackets indicate what I had written originally.

3 AM Blues

I'm almost violently ill with emotion.
but still happy, sad, pleased, amused, longing
drowning in the pool of feelings,
gladly slipping away into the beyond,
my body and a part of my mind reacts normally,
and the rest of me is a purple and silver,
gauzy dress floating, in layers,
all around me, like a tent, covering me,
allowing my arms to slip through the sleeves,
my head to push through the neck of the dress,
draping me, becoming me,
but is that who I really am?
is that who I'm meant to be?
or who I long to be?
or will I wake up to another tomorrow?

Pretty Lyrics

These are the lyrics from a bunch of songs that I really like the tune and lyrics of. I'll try and get translations for the non-English ones and edit it in later.

*
Stones taught me to fly, Love taught me to lie, Life taught me to die, So its not hard to fall, When you float like a cannonball.

Cannonball - Damien Rice (The L Word soundtrack)
*
Ya vas a ver como van sanando, Poco a poco tus heridas, Ya vas a ver como va, La misma vida decantar la sal que sobra en mar...

Dia De Enero - Shakira


*
I cant do the talk like the talk on tv, But I can do a love song like the way its meant to be, I cant do everything but I'd do anything for you, Cant do anything except be in love with you, And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be, All I do is keep the beat and bad company, All I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme, (Julie)________, I'd do the stars with you, anytime.

Romeo And Juliet - Dire Straits


*
Y yo estoy aquí, borracho y loco, y mi corazón idiota siempre brillara, y yo te amare, te amare por siempre.

Lamento Boliviano (Bachata Remix)


*
Youve already won me over in spite of me
Dont be alarmed if I fall head over feet
Dont be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldnt help it
Its all your fault.

Head Over Feet - Alanis Morissette


*
Hay mi amor perdido dónde estarás
No puedo aguantar esta soledad
Qué será que de mi vida
Qué será si tú no estas amor
Día a día voy perdiendo el control
Tú no sabes cómo duele tu adiós
Tengo herida el alma y el corazón
Porque tú no estás.

Mi Amor Perdido - Andy Aguilera feat. Divino


*
Hoy recuerdo la niña aquella la que pasaba todas las materias
La que mitad de quinto se fue y nunca mas volvio
Yo te veo y no me lo creo mira que bien te ha tratado el tiempo
Y al mirate me dan deseos de hacerte reina de mi reino
Te ves perfecta me ha dejado alusionado tu belleza
Tu corazon no tiene dueño no me mientas no me quieras causar esa tristeza
Princesa dime si aun quieres ser mi reina

Princesa - Frank Reyes


*
And know that if I knew
All of the answers I would
Not hold them from you
Know all of the things that i'd know
We told each other, there is no other way

No Other Way - Jack Johnson


*
When the whole world fits inside of your arms
Don't really need to pay attention to the alarm

Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson


*
I'd have sworn
That with time
Thoughts of you
Would leave my head
I was wrong
And I find
Just one thing
Makes me forget
Red, red wine
Stay close to me
Dont let me be alone
Its tearing apart
My blue, blue heart

Red, Red Wine - Neil Diamond


*
Tere Khayaalon Mein Uljha Rahi Yoon Jaise Ki Maala Mein Dhaaga

Phoolon Ke Rang Se - Kishore Kumar(I think)


*
Missed the Saturday dance
Heard they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it without you
Don't get around much anymore

Don't Get Around Much Anymore - Nat King Cole



*
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, men have named you
Youre so like the lady with the mystic smile
Is it only cause youre lonely they have blamed you?
For that Mona Lisa strangeness in your smile?

Do you smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa?
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm, are you real, Mona Lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of art?

Mona Lisa - Nat King Cole

Unfortunately, Me

What would i give for bee-stung lips and tear-filled doe eyes.
a save-me look and a miniscule size
of dress hanging in my cupboard, along with others
just as pretty. and for some brothers
who'd beat up a boy for me, and punch
him across the face. a bunch
of lovely flowers and some elegant, tiny earrings,
long fingers and silver rings,
that adorn and enhance their beauty, a shape
thats slim and sexy, a nape
thats beatifully curved, tiny perky breasts
and a pendant that nests,
amongst them like it belongs, a voice that's clear
and that all want to hear,
lovely long wavy tresses, smooth and silky,
and skin thats pale and milky
slender ankles with slim golden chains,
frail wrists and the main
thing is, i'd rather that, a man would sit and stare
at me, and maybe dare,
to ask me out, fervently hoping that i would agree.

But unfortunately, thats just not me.




I slip, i trip, i fall down and do stupid things,
I cannot sing
a true-blue note, i'm extremely wide-hipped,
and unfairly thin-lipped
and i chew those damn nails, and my eyes,
are small and beady, guys
dont ever want to lift my bags or hold my books,
I never get lingering looks,
unless they're directed at my "weird" fashion sense,
long earrings and my size ten,
skirts that cling to each and every curve, the staring
of men at my shirts, baring
and exposing my ample chest, the graceless walk
and the incessant talk.
the short stubby fingers, a nose thats uneven
tangled messy hair, my heathen
-like demeanor, my wide strong capable shoulders,
which should be lifting boulders,
a hearty shrug, a wicked grin, salsa-thighs
that wobble and a size
that isnt 'conducive to dancing'. i'm plain, as plain as could be.

That, unfortunately, is definitely me.

The Good Side of Feminism

for once i was up early this morning, fresh, bathed, clean, slightly damp and veryveryveryvery tired.

Sitting at the dining table with the mother and she decides to read out a poem, at which proclamation, i usually groan inwardly and switch off the brain. this time i decided not to. glad i didnt.

she was reading a book of poems by Maya Angelou, who is quite an amazing writer, btw. so she read this one out.. and i wanted to share it with the world (even though nobody reads my blog regularly, yet)




Phenomenal Woman -- Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when i start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
Its the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they cant touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I dont shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Phenomenal Woman Narrated by Maya Angelou

(i like to think i'm that confident.....)