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Sometimes it is hard
To understand a poet
The depth of his soul
To his heart.
The attempt to impel the thoughts
To take the form of the letters
Melting into words for lines
Which he can paint on the paper
And try to make sense
Of his smoldering feelings
Which are too complex
Even for his sophisticated nature
To make them intelligible.
Sometimes you have to decipher
The code of the hidden sensations
And liberate the poet to understand.
It only takes words
For me to fall
For you
So
Be careful
What you say
And What you wish
I fall to easy, I don't need to see you to fall just your caressing words.
 Dec 2014 Meenu Syriac
M S Ananya
I look at you and see that smile,
But is it sweet or sinister, I know not.
I stare at those eyes,
And they flicker from blue to red.
What should I believe, the good or the bad?

Your touch feels warm and welcoming,
But your embrace feels cold and cynical.
Your words make me want to believe you,
But that voice, it holds me back.

Your soft palms trace my face,
And yes, I do feel a pang of love somewhere.
But there always is that thing holding me back,
When I feel those cold fingers on my skin.

Are you the devil or the angel,
I honestly can't say.
You may be the angel you claim to be,
Or the devil you want to be.
But I don't know, I don't know
What you are, what you are
To me.
A dedication for a friend who wanted a poem for her upcoming story
another morning
a subtle ache within
tired of this feeling
cant wake up. cant think.

my body is right here.
soul in another place.
cuddled up warm and cosy.
in my love's embrace.

i wonder how she feels
the moment she wakes.
will she even remember me
our love left no trace.
there was a plant in a ***
next to my bed
its was green and healthy
seemed well fed

for each night
it was watered drop by drop
by my painful memories
and resulting sobs

now the plant has turned dry
it has lost its leaves
it looks so weak,
regretting its wants over its needs

for i once cared for it
with all my joy
i gave it water
and gave it no lies

but all it felt were
suspicions and fears
it did not want water
only my tears

now that the plant
is withering away
i have just come to realise
it was just a cactus anyway
We're all waiting to die
Some of us just have more distractions than others
Talking to an elderly person who is waiting to die.
 Dec 2014 Meenu Syriac
L
My Fears
 Dec 2014 Meenu Syriac
L
Abandonment
Resentment
Embarrassment
Harassment
Replacement
Punishment
Imprisonment
Detachment
Torment
Misjudgment  
Sentiment
inspired

**
Leigh
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