music

run close to me
slow,
slower,
because i can’t run any faster than this

run close to me
pull me on with a tether

run with me
these roads are dark and empty
if i fall
if i fall even once
know that i might break

run with me
let our rhythm flow
let our hearts beat in unison
like a metronome of a beating pulse
thundering, echoing,
like it’s always about to rain

run close to me
i can’t run any faster than this
i can’t run any slower than this

run
run for me
until we finally rest
until the race is over.

@thebloomingjade

No Strings Attached

He said to her,
“I will never leave you,
For someone else,”
That day,
She felt,
Was the brightest day she had ever seen.
She tried to paint her happiness,
But there was no artist in her.
She tried to sing to the world,
But she was left unnoticed,
In an ocean of voices.
She tried writing in her journal,
In cursive, imperfect letters,
But her wrist hurt,
And her words left her.
But she was alright,
After all, he loved her.
Then one day,
He left,
Leaving behind a letter that said,
“I’m leaving,
Not for someone else,
But for me,”
On the darkest day she had ever seen.

Lessons never learnt.

He said that it wasn’t love
And I thought
“Oh he’s at least honest.”
Another said it was,
And I thought,
I thought I heard it in his voice.
Yet another said,
“Let’s see,
Let’s see.”
He wanted to see “where it goes.”
One more wanted to make me his,
His wife or something, I think.
But he said the decision was too real
And too early, and he left.
Then I thought,
Maybe something is wrong with me,
I should not experiment again!
But here we go,
Yet another face,
Maybe yet another phase.
“Let’s see,
Let’s see.”

The prettiest colour.

 

 

Deep purple flowers bloomed on her dark slender neck, leaving a soft lavender smell on the bed at the first light.

Heart to Find.

One fine morning

I found a stone cold heart

Lying on the street

Blood frozen inside.

I picked it up

In my warm hands

And it melted

Into a violently beating red blob.

I was stained

But I took it home

I put it in a glass jar

And kept it in the sun.

The same day, apparently,

When my doctor checked me

He said my chest was empty

And that I was dead.

A Revolution.

​In the night, we dreamed of sleeping on shiny white sands with the moon watching over our stars. In the day, we dreamed of running away beyond the seas, leaving our soft footprints so that others could follow. And by the time we woke up, we had lost something that felt like a battle; a battle that had claimed our sands, our stars and our dreams.

The Master of Puppets.

Waiting
For my existence to wear out,
I become a shadow,
A silhouette,
Of my past tense. 
With your light
Reflecting on this veil,
I dance, I play, I fall
I break.

You attached strings on me,
On my eyelids,
My palms, my fingers, my toes,
My lips, my chin, my legs, my feet,
My hips, my waist, 
My sadness,
My heart. 

And you pulled. 
You pulled and pulled,
As my shadows made shapes,
My broken pieces bled,
My silent pleas unheard,
For your entertainment. 
Your hands never got tired,
Your imaginations never ran dry,
Your stories, 
They never stopped coming. 

But one day,
My broken pieces
Will be so sharp,
That I will cut your strings,
Poke your eyeballs blind, 
And watch you cry out, “The End!”

Love in the Time of Technology.

I’m stuck
Inside the curls
Of the letters
In your texts. 
I’m endlessly interpreting
The tone of your voice. 
I’m thinking on repeat about
Everything you’ve ever said. 
I’m carefully crafting
Each reply
Wondering if I’m sending us 
A death note
Or a love quote. 
I’m glancing at the screen
At least once a minute
For the lights of different colours. 
I’m not insane,
At least,
Not yet. 
I’m just trapped in here,
In the infinite digital loops,
Right between the yes and the no. 

Of Kisses.

​Some poetry always sticks to my eyelids everytime you kiss them. 

His Artwork.

​Red letters on my skin. That dagger was so beautiful. It never got tangled in the twists and turns of the veins inside my flesh. It was painless. And quick.