Pills

Green ones for my head, 

Blue before I go to bed, 

The white one helps me see,

Yellow, keeps me buzzin like a bee. 

The black one, like my soul 

Has a stench so foul. 

All these pills inside,

They’ve got me bleary eyed. 

How much can they really do? 

But make you a little less you. 

© Abirami

Triggered

It’s not about what you say, 

Or the things you do

Every second you breathe 

I am triggered by you. 

It’s either loving or hating 

There’s no in between 

I can’t live with you, or without you 

How can you be so nice, yet mean?

You’ve got my heart jumping ropes

You toy with my hopes

Then you sweep me off my feet 

Making this circle repeat. 

© Abirami 

War

Heroes speak of battle scars,

Knives and bullets that seared their skin,

The blood they spilled,

And the lives they lost. 

Little do they know about 

The wounds that words can cause.

They don’t know of all the haters 

The cowards behind masks,

And the sordid whispers they wield.

Lately, the battlegrounds have shifted

And wars are camouflaged in civilisation. 

© 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