The Prisoner

My beautiful mind is being raped

as we speak, she is screaming aloud,

thoughts of you forcefully pin her down

don't smile, you shouldnt be proud.

Every waking moment I go through torture

nothing works and not a single thing goes right,

I stare into space when I want to scream

this loosing battle is one I cannot fight.

If i were able to scream out loud and shout;

"Get out!!!!!!!!!!!"

to be able to pull out those infected thoughts,

oh, what a thought...

Why oh why wont you let me be?!

I  was living so peacefully, quiet but not lonely,

now all day I stare at your face teasing me

how you unknowingly tempt me, so cunningly.

These mere words do not do justice to my pain

I see the devil behind your beautiful mane,

my furious anger will see to your painful death

alas, my weak humane side will istead do the insane.

Even if i wish daily we had never met

truth be told, i had never lived before then.

Your fire burned through me, i seared in pain...

yet i helplessly fall and wait willingly to be slain...

Lost In Translation

Deciphered messages are strewn across the floor

open envelopes and loose papers lay piled in corners

walk cautiously into the realm of the translator

careful now or you'll be trapped amongst her prisoners.

She reads and writes till the day breaks into night

even in her dreams she is haunted by her whims

she only has love for those beautiful coded words

where she can study each one till the light slowly dims.

Her passion for the beauty in foreign languages

is something many envy which leaves her quite lonely

is there no one who sees these words like she

no one loving symbols and signs quite so dearly.

Soon after many years, her love slowly leaves her and disappears

she slowly finds that she is unable to translate anything anymore

does she now teach what she used to do or start something new?

how did all that wonderful joy turn into insane sorrow?

Long ago, when a young girl embraced her gift

she undertsood and was certain how life would play out

she didnt care much for people, art, or other things

not knowing she would be another victim to life's musings.

Lately the translator has been walking around aimlessly

thinking, breathing and searching for another lover

is it too late to discover, that in this mysterious world

every scene plays out with stunning satire.

Photograph: my_quill_is_my_sword_V_by_LindaMarieAnson

Victim of Circumstance

as i lay on this bed in this dark room

i feel like the end is coming too soon

tired of wondering how it was in my mom's womb

seeking that shelter away from the world's gloom.

tossing and turning to a pathetic tune

wishing instead i was in a beach in Cancun.

how is it that life could spell out doom?

when all i really wanted is to feel that boom,

working day in and day out just to fume

over who gonna pay if i wanted some perfume?

look here God, am just tired of being around,

could you send me a memo explaining why i was born,

so i could set my life straight and stop the scorn,

so i could release myself from my failing bond

to the world so cold, so old and forlorn.

God please help me to be found,

if you're real you know i really need you now,

should i bribe you with sacrifices and learn to bow?

or do i chant prayers and sing hymns till tomorrow?

i know Shit like this always happens to everyone

am nothing special but i do love someone

i know i'll be missed if was gone

do i really want to wave goodbye and say 'so long'?

my mind is telling lies as high as the skies,

or is it shouting the truth with deafening cries?

do i let my mind wander and soul die?

or just lay on this bed and continue to fly...

Artwork: Ink_Portrait__by_Skyline_Sonata

Weeping Willow

 

The winds made the

willow tree weep and sigh,
the cold air whispered;
it's time to wave goodbye.

                                                                                                                 Manisha JM

                                                          

Photograph: Willow_by_Elektrohexe

Rain Down On Me

They say when it rained it poured

when it came, no bird would soar.

Harmless droplets turned to bullets

thats why no one remains scarless.

As the clouds turn dark and rumble,

i start running, careful not to stumble.

Looking for some sort of shade

hiding from natures's gloomy parade.

When i found myself a damp cave,

it looked exactly like that death maze.

Why did the rain force me in here?

A place where my mind greatly feared.

There i remained till the rain cleared,

every second was mirrored torture.

Staring at those hard uneven moist walls,

i did nothing but rewind those insane calls.

Wishes and hopes of my parents, peers and lover,

suffocated me, shook me, made me run for cover.

I was forced into a corner to stare my fears down,

i felt drained like that familiar washed out clown.

Slowly but surely, the rain knew i would beat it,

as i stuttered then screamed, i murdered it bit by bit.

How was i supposed to know i would come of on top,

if i did, i would have walked in there like a cop.

What is done is done, should i feel different now?

As the rain reduces to a drizzle, i walk out with a bow.

Then i stare at the sky and instead of screaming

i silently point to the heavens and walk away smiling.

My People & I

Green pastures and prancing horses,

now only belong in dreams,

nuclear bombs and armed forces,

are now what accompanies daily screams.

I miss my neighbours smiles,

and hearing the children laugh,

were now all apart between miles and miles,

waiting patiently for that white dove.

As my hair turns white and limbs start to creak,

all i still see are bodies by the street,

who will help the poor and the meak?

You? I? Or maybe the King's fleet?

Patience is now running low,

my people can't take it no more,

soon they might get up and go,

like how they did long long ago.

Rise now my brothers and sisters,

wipe away your tears and stitch your wounds,

now from mourners you're to become fighters,

no longer breathing those toxic fumes.

A revolution will be born today,

where the innocent will prevail,

where those cannibals will see the errors of their ways,

and set their ships to sail.

Together we'll build our defensive wall,

cementing blocks with our blood-stained hands,

waiting once more, but now for the call,

that will release us from our trance.

As the sun rises and we march for our freedom,

we know the battle will be long and hard,

for those who wish to shatter this kingdom,

they best play some other card.

This story is so very old,

as his story never fails to replay itself,

it becomes our hope and our gold,

forcefully taken from it's dusty shelf.

I only wish for everyone to come together,

and fight of every ungodly luck and curse,

to be as vengeful and unpredictable as weather,

and stand up to those who've trampled on us.

The Unknown

All i really want

is to answer what i do not know,

all i really need

is that warmth when am out in the snow.

The question still remains; 

do i really want to leave this hole?

hoping and praying to escape,

so i can turn my back and remain cold.

'enough' is missing from your life

surrounded by misery and luxury,

you want what you'll never have 

and let obvious failure become fury.

Listen here deaf man,

am not edging out of this ledge,

while i dangle my legs absently,

you'll still be in your barless cage.

The frail will not last 

as the trail is rough and winding,

the burden i carry weighs down on me

so i dump it and begin running.

When i find what i'm looking for

i would have have cracked more than a bone,

i may look defeated and torn,

but you'll known then, that i've found the unknown.

Good Night

By the moonlight

shadows come to play,

come tomorrow...

they will fade away. 

~ Manisha JM

Artwork: Moonlight_Shadows_by_AdonisWerther

The Curse

The spasms are unberable

your pills are of no help.

Don't give me your hand

I dont want it.

I have been screaming my lungs out

while you stand and stare,

leave before I lunge at you,

before I consume you.

As I wait for the inevitable,

searching for my fatal mistake,

now alone, my mind hunts you down,

clinging to your every breath.

My words are as sharp as blunt knives,

yet all I silently wish for

is your eternal presence beside me.

Alas, I have never been a fortunate soul.

Scars

"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars."

Kahlil Gibrán 

Artwork : Rebellion_by_joereimer