PROSE AND POETRY

Head Over Heart

it took her sometime
to think through this sublime
when the choice didn’t rhyme
between what’s in the heart and in the mind

the one cried for the truth
while the other craved and sought
the happiness that it brought
to search what was lost in thought

when the no was half a yes
and the stop was a go unless
the verdict was frantically raised
by the heart that played a mess

when the high descended to low
taming the kindled fire below
to cringe away, put out and blow
by the mind that warned to take it slow

it stayed to be unsaid
but the musing turned into a creed
“when the mind disagreed;
the heart is hard to be freed”

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PROSE AND POETRY

Selenophile

She hustles and bustles in her office desk from the early hours –a daily routine. She’s used to walk a fine line in the midst of  reservations and worries. Keeping an eye of the memories that are but hazy and fleeting.

” It will never be a bad day”  She speaks softly at the crack of every dawn- a habit to maintain positivism; wiping away the forlorn.

When the world sleeps, she’ll stay awake to beam a glimpse of her love.

Down here, pensive and wistful,  staying close between the stars and the dark clouds.

Up there, he’ll always be–  her smile to all the frown faces, her relief to every strain nuance and her hope in her every downfall.  With his scars  all over yet with his compassion radiating towards people’s lives– she’ll stare at him below with great awe for his  noble bravery.

‘Cause up there, he’ll show up for everyone who felt alone.

And down here, she’ll always be  silently loving her moon.

So, please hang in there a little longer…

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