What the heart wants. 

There’s no right path,

Nor a rule book that dictates,

What the heart can and cannot desire.

There’s never a right person,

Nor the right time,

Two hearts simply come together when they do.

There’s no right kind of love,

To each his own,

Some last and some don’t.

And the ones that never make it,

And their memories that lie buried deep within,

Are ironically more cherished.

© Abirami

Music

Tip tappin of the toes

Swaying heads with satisfied smiles

And all the hearts are full,

From the memories that come rushing.

All that we’re looking for,

Is a voice in the dark.

A whole fire lights up,

From that little spark.

When the words you hear,

Hit so close to home,

And you’re walking on common ground,

Its not so lonely any more.

© Abirami

Parting of the Ways

The worst kind of fall,

Is when you give your all.

It shatters your bones

And muffles your moans.

In a lover’s way

Comes unexpected barriers.

For the heart that swears to stay,

If often the one that wavers.

As if promises of forever

Are only made to be broken.

There is no hope for love

Unless time stands frozen.

© Abirami

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 Feude

It comes from deep within,

This rage you trigger.

The way you get under my skin.

Like nothing else is bigger.

Every time I pull, you push

I am shunned for living as I wish

The more I walk away,

The more horrible things you say.

I am done letting you throw stones at my castle.

There is only one survivor in a battle.

It could be you or me,

The end is all I’d like to see.

© 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

Gravity

I am pushed and pulled

Left to suffocate in silence,

A voiceless fool.

I am taut and teased

Stripped of my pride,

A spineless tool.

Made to feel so silly,

By a heartless bully.

You bring me down like gravity.

© Abirami

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