Meenu Syriac

Meenu Syriac Jul 2014

Under the light of the moon we sit,
Amidst the raging battle of fire and hell.
The cries pierce through the silence of the night,
I close my eyes, trying to imagine a better world,
Yet my thoughts are clouded, unable to see past the flames.
When it rains, I only see tears set our foundation.
Is this suffering what we are made of?
Is our passion for destruction all that we are?
Somewhere along the road, we lost to the ways of life,
And how far have we come?
If in the morning I wake up as myself,
Or dead and buried in a world fuelled by hate,
Remember, there were cries in the night,
*Before the silence began.

#pain #death #suffering

Meenu Syriac Jul 2014

The Disease

Tears fall
The barren land receives
Like a broken soul.
Cracks that line us,
Keeps us together.
We forget, and never forgive,
What is left of us
Is anything but lies.

Fire burns
In the heat I stand,
The flames, a part of who I am.
A disease, spreading
Shallow whimpering
Sickened by everything we are.
Greed, filth,
Pay no heed to the cries.

Ashes to dust
Our creed, we forgot.
Deal with the devil,
Sell our souls to the dark
Humans we are,
We forget our strives
In our imperfect world
*We build, rule and ruin lives.

Meenu Syriac Jul 2014

Words Fail

Words fail with skip of a beat
Soft falling snow
Singing of our faceless defeat.
Walking through rough waters,
I see your arms stretch out.
Rain pours right through us
Drenched in shadows
We pray for gods to hear.
Lost to whispers
That reign our sleep.
I see your arms stretch out
And ache for me.
Words fail like an unsung song
In the night I hear
Your story, sad and forlorn.
Like the setting sun
See its sink as low as our own.
Words fail knowing,
You were once all I had.
Through the darkness
I hear your voice call out,
Here today, gone tomorrow.
Words fail
I lay here in bed
Your name is all I have
Outside, the rain pours
And your name is all I have.

#love #life #alone #memories #dreams #storm #name #inside #forsaken

Meenu Syriac Jul 2014

The Sound Of Your Voice

I like the sound of your voice
How the wind changes to make it drift into my soul.
As pieces fall into place, together a dream it beholds
Stolen kisses are the best of all, lips meet to complete us whole.
Dreamers meet under moonlit promises, hands reach out craving,
Eyes that hold deeper revelations of the world around.
Best of all, I love the sound of your voice
Hear you sing about me, a moonlight dance of words entwined.

Meenu Syriac Jul 2014

Red

It was red,
The brightest shade of red
In it the color danced,
A consent of mockery,
Yet vibrant as its entity.

It was red,
A passionate red
To add to the flow.
In it, losing way,
Blindly falling through.

It was red,
The crimson hue
Of lust and blood.
Piercing, etching
And leaving a mark.

It was red,
Time came to stop.
Silence loud and ringing,
Death came silently
And all she saw was red.

Meenu Syriac Jul 2014

You and I

The night and stars and the moon alight
In the darkness, a cascade, our dreams alive.
Searching for reasons for this love abound*
You and I, *under the night sky tonight.

Meenu Syriac Jul 2014

Mirrors, Relfections and Life

In this world of hate and haste and greed
When everything was in fast forward
And I could never catch my breath
In the middle of it all, I held out my hand
Trying to touch the surface of reality
And as my longing hands met yours,
Through the mirror of all things unknown
I saw in your eyes, dreams of yesterday,
And tears for tomorrow.
In our hearts we forgot the world
The speed and the rhythm,
The show, the blitz and the chase
I saw in you what you saw in me
I wrote lines on lines about you
Songs poured out like lost symphonies
Found.

And in this world of hate
I stood by you in the shade of life
Watching the waves kiss the shore
And return back as transient tides
Never again the same, never again right
I look into your eyes and see the stars
That burned out long ago in our lives
Some say they were our dreams
Most say they were the light of our souls
That lost their way in the darkness.
The shadows were never inviting
Always darker than the darkest black
As I touch your face, every moment
Every breath stops, silent as time
Frozen.

And as I look into the mirror
Tears cloud every field of vision
On the other side, a figure stands, lone
Searching, for someone as lost as her
I see myself, a man, a woman, helpless
Alone.