WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO?

She is fighting shadows in the dark
images made up in her mind
She is fighting scars tearing deep in her heart
bleeding and broken into a thousand parts
She is fighting tears falling from her eyes
clouding and blinding her sight
She is fighting and fighting
She wants to break free from this tiding
She wants to swim free and float above it
to glide and see the love tip

Fear moistens her lips
it makes her tremble and knock knees
Blood curdles deep in her arteries
The end of it is swallowing her
The base of love is pressing her down
she cannot climb up
She cannot move her hands and grab its sides
it is slippery, full of hurt and misery

Betrayal precedes loyalty

Which guy would set her free?
The look in her eyes; which guy will make them blink?
Fingers clutching wet handkerchiefs
Torn and tattered pages from the diary
Words forming sentences and sad poetry
140 characters in forlorn tweets
folded legs curled up in a corner of her bedroom
Strands of unkempt hair hidden in the grey hood
broken finger nails in scorched polish

Behind her are only bitter-sweet memories
The good times digging deep into her bad ones
reminding her the convenience
The adrenaline rush that coated her conscience
Spur decisions into seconds of ecstasy
Regrets in minutes, hours, days  marking tragedy
Curses in between her malady
Breathes deep and air is full of pain

Where do broken hearts go?
Are they patched, knit together or re-mold?
Do the scars heal or still remind you of the gone?
The heart beats feebly or it becomes stronger than before?
Will it still have the space for something unknown?
Like when it welcomed a stranger who it adored?
Till stranger became part of its beat
Making it race as she dissolved in his embracing
Shattering it into countless pieces when he tripped it
because his love was for someone else and not she

SCHMOOZING WITH THE EYES

I live for keeping the eye contact cos when I did that
I opened room for conversation…
Her dilated pupils concealed in glossy tear made it special
Exceptional things about her came alive
Things she was thinking that she won’t say aloud
I breathed in and exhaled an intent “Hi”
She gave a smile and rolled her corpulent eyes
This blaze of vivacious kept me absorbed in her
For a moment I was lost in the opened window
A window that led to her soul and her thoughts
One that bared a beauty furtively bestowed
inside heavy-lidded eyes
Her iris were black resembling a drop of molten mortar
And that oomph that came with it…
Embodying her dashing mascara to a blitzkrieg
Artistic eye pencil and an exotic shade of eye shadow
accentuated her glinting eyes already squeezing my complement
She narrowed her eyelids making her lips constrict
as if posturing for a peck
Her left hand made a slow swank on her dark curls
pulling them behind her ear as if she hadn’t heard what I’d said
I was nowhere to be found in her stare
I had looked at women, many, and none had this kind of gaze
A gaze she had managed to sustain since our eyes met
Our eyes met…
We were standing at the counter all this while
She had winked, I winked back
I did that because she had cut through my part
Sabered deep to my curiosity through my lit eyes
Her lovely doe-eyes sparkled like broken glass under the sun
They made her audacious
Through her eyes I knew she was a go-getter
She controlled attention with her appealing stern
Then she swallowed her guzzle of wine
Still looking at me as if it hinged on it
Then came the beam, a smirk
charmingly warping her luscious lips into a welcoming arc
accompanied with the dazzle in her eyes
indolently giving me the once-over from the bottom-up
And to all appearances contented with my being there
a racy “Hi” emanated from her mouths
The conversation began
As well as up to now
we still discourse looking into each other’s eyes.

FAIRYTALE STATE OF MIND

She writes poems and  keeps a diary
With her is a list of qualities of her Prince Charming
Does he exist?
So to her it seems...
What if all the guys she curves are the disguise?

Staring at the sky, every other night
Hoping she'd make a wish on a shooting star
Even the silent prayer that she mumbles
All the words in it show the determination she holds
Does God hear her sob?
Everytime she squeezes her fluffy pillow?

All the guys around her look like strangers
Conversations with new people give her jitters
Loner she is due to her incessant dream-life
All she wants is her charming prince to please her
Locked up all day, listening to love songs and poems

The normal world is closed to her
Monologues are the only thing she understands
She enjoys her fantasies more than she would any company
Still she thinks there is a person
One who will be a perfect fit for her

Christmas in and out the wish has been the same
Santa please, get me a Knight in shining armor
Wishing on someone she's never laid an eye on
What if all these came true?
What will all the other 'ordinary guys' do?

The ones who are generalized in all the miserable bits
"All men are the same" that's them on her retorting
Are all the men really the same?
Gentlemen and all shades of chivalry are swept away
That's all she says

Guys no longer bother to engage her in a conversation
Coz if they do that
They are opening a way into fresh condemnation
Some say they suspect her sexual orientation
That doesn't bother her a whiff
As long as she still sunbathes in her royal dreams