They are red

The only beings I see
Are those behind your red eyes,
Which I love more as a muddy brown,
Mysterious yet fun,
But now lost in some unknown fury?
A taste for vengeance?
My love, whom do you cry for?
Night after night,
Soaking pillows wet,
Rocking on your own in a corner of the room
Clenching your fists till your palms bleed red,
Dragging your nails across your skin,
Screaming for the pain to just, please,
Stop.
For sometime.
A moment to breathe would have been nice.
But the brown eyes, soft skin, clear smile hide
Behind red eyes, red blood, red skin,
I see the beings behind the red,
I can still love you the same or more
If you just let them out or me in at your door.

Tall drink of water

It's all gray, the smoke curling up,
Off the cigarette, menthol infused,
Off my skin, peeling and charred,
It's all gray, like my vision into the beyond.

Even this is gray, my once-red lungs,
Tarred with the smoke taken in, no breaks,
Even this is gray, my bedsheet, my pillows,
But wet with gray tears shed for some reason.

If only those tears could be red.
If only I had the strength,
To drag myself out of bed,
To do anything other than watch the ash
Pile up and up and up.

Gray embers of what might have been
But never will be because now even I,
Am reduced to ash.
All because I forgot,
A simple err in the long sojourn on the bed,

To take that tall drink of water
With some bright red pill
To bring back the colours in my life
That I no longer remember how to paint.

Le port

Je laisse la vie m'emporter
Et je laisse ma plume me montrer
Mes joies et mes peines,
Les histoires et les contes,
Comme un jour je vous dis,
'Je vous aime',
Le même jour ou j'ai pensé
Que je ne peux plus continuer;
Donc, à ceux qui m'écoute,
Je laisse la vie m'emporter
Et je laisse ma plume me montrer,
Tous les beaux paysages sur ma route
Et, bien sûr, vous.

Stay howsoever

Vandana Sreekumar:
So here I am, wide awake,
Dreaming of sleeping as peacefully
Yet insomnia is my secret lover
And in the dark he grabs me,
Teases my mind and excites my body,
Keeps me awake with tales of sweet nothings,
Leaves me bewildered in the sunny morning.
I look at your face, let me say hi,
Let me touch you, caress you,
Be the one who makes you sigh,
But here I am, wide awake,
Dreaming of when I'll confess the truth,
I come to you finally complete,
I regret nothing in my past,
My future is mine to decide and have,
And I figure your picture as a permanent hanging
Solitary, on my wall of memories.
You may just be the only memory of keep fondly
Even if you choose to walk away,
You have many reasons to,
And I am no one to stop you once you decide,
The way I feel for you, my love,
I consider it my burden alone,
If you do not feel the same,
If you choose not to our of you choose to stop,
I cannot be blamed for only just
Being me and loving you the only ways I know how.
So here I am,
I come to you complete,
Few cracks filled with gold,
My repair making me an artwork of scars on my own,
So here I am, waiting for your answer,
Will you please stay with me, howsoever?
Because I think I might just love you forever.