GARBAGE

Here, hold my heart,

I’m much better off

Without this throbbing pain,

Without this need to love and to feel,

To laugh and to bleed.

Here, take my heart;

I’m much better off

In a static scorching summer

Sans emotion and all;

The colourful spring

Of blossom and birdsong,

Leads but to a melancholy autumn

Of smiles turning yellow and brown,

And falling off my life

With hardly a sound-

Like the tears from my eyes,

And ending in a frozen winter

Of perennial pain.

Here, hold my heart,

Please take it and leave,

And just dump it

In the nearest trash bin

You find, thank you.

Silent Love (LP 2)

[Inspired by the heart wrenching dilemma of an intense but incompatible crush I had in school ;)]

I have long since known
That not all feelings should be spoken,
For when you expose your heart,
You risk it being broken.

There is so much to consider,
Just too much at stake,
Before the move you make
To bare your soul.

What will be the reaction?
Will there be rejection?
With that I couldn't cope,
For the best, I can only hope.

And what if my declaration
Causes a bomb explosion,
In the lives of those I know,
And I become their foe...?

Society may not approve,
This may be forbidden love;
Their stigmas I can't remove-
Of religion, caste and class.

Oh, how will I neglect
The anguish of my loved ones;
Before their searing pain,
Won't this love look like selfish gain?

So let me keep this fire
Hidden in my heart,
Let this silent love
Go with me to the grave.

For there's so much to consider,
Just too much at stake,
Before the decision I take
To follow my heart.

NOISY SILENCE

In this noisy silence,
Clamours the heart
For voice-
It knows no art;
But has no choice
Save to struggle when gagged
By armies of grey cells.