Love and Pain 

You can break my heart, 

Time and again. 

Let it shatter to pieces,

And shower like the pouring rain. 

Take the half,

That belonged to you then, 

Scribe on it a scarlet letter- 

My love for you that died unspoken.

Whether it’s love or pain, 

They’re both a throb to the heart. 

Whether you knew or not, 

It still would have broken me apart. 

© Abirami 

A Poet’s Tale

A poet’s soul, 

Is neither kind nor forgiving. 

We have been hardened by life,

And moulded by its strife.

These are things we are not born with, but acquire:

Eyes that reek of judgement,

Tongue bitter from the taste of truth,

And an imagination that defies gravity. 

These are things we do not dread, but desire:

Nights devoid of sleep,

Passion that burns a hole through your heart,

And a mind that obeys no one.

© Abirami

The Dream

Every night, we meet in a recurring dream.

Making new promises, to redeem.

Your eyes locked on mine,

Our fingers entwine;

Two hearts beat as one,

All the masks are undone. 

I couldn’t walk, but with you I fly. 

Amongst the stars setting fire to the sky. 

© Abirami. 

Writing

Not knowing what to say,

Not knowing what to write. 

It has never been the issue.

Having too much to pour out,

That endless train of musing, 

It goes on a journey 

From too much truth to heartache. 

Putting pen to paper is like,

A vacuum to the heart. 

In the end there’s a dirty bag of poetry, 

And a soul drained of all emotions. 

© Abirami 

Complete 

Have you ever felt so complete? 

A heart so full that it could explode,  

Into little pieces of nerve wrecking joy.  

Sometimes it’s a good thing

To feel the weight of the world on your shoulders,

If it is your little girl asking for rides on your back. 

Sadness can be a happy emotion

When it is felt for the loss of a loved one

You are lucky to have loved and lost.

Shot up nerves is the rawest of passion

When you’re on that first date,

And you can’t get over his smile.

© Abirami