Secrets

As I walk in wide-eyed wonder, I explore the soot-filled nooks
Unravelling the secrets of life through untold stories
And every fragment of what was brought together
Makes me wonder what brought me to life
The blossoming sexuality, the natural boisterousness
And unfulfilled desires of every human being I meet
On their quest for happiness

Amidst moments of hurt, hate, and heal
While preserving their traditions
Under the onslaught of modernism
Triggers my opinions on personalities and characters
And like shockwaves of panic in a dystopian drama,
I discover the meaning of human nature
Its novelistic details, the filtered perspectives
The strictures of patriarchy and the struggles of matriarchy
It's like a comedy laced with cruelty between rain-soaked epiphanies
The comforting words, ingenuity, the barbed jokes
And the truest opinions from the boldest of souls
Souls that fight to stay alive, that march to stand their ground
Souls that gives witty commentaries
On love and loyalty, money and social classes
On races and religions, dilemmas and conundrums
And on my occasional slip into the realm of melodrama
I realise that life, with its mishaps, is just a practical magic
A drunk night of fries and margaritas
A middle finger protest and feminist treatise
An epic journey alongside a broody convict
And at times, an opportunity to sink
Into the psyche of a single-minded survivor
A singular vision and an individual suicide
But how true are they - these secrets of life?
And how perceptive are we with one secret after another?

-PRK-

Weltschmerz

I've had my chapters before I met you
Chapters that were passionate in the beginning that ended with
"You love me until you don't."

One chapter died without closure; as if I was left at the altar
Years spent trying to understand the holy mess
Years wasted trying to weave and mend what's broken
Only to uncover later it never really matters
I was in agony

Chapter two then began just as hope was about to cease
But abruptly it ended with
"You're not very Christian for me."
Frankly I find that pathetic; it wasn't worth my tears
Though I went to bed after a few bottles of beer
I was in agony

Chapter three isn't worth mentioning
Pure lust on one end and it ended slowly with treachery
Then a 'modern romance' sparked
Lecherous, hostile, revolting, revengeful; I hated everything
I was in agony

The fourth chapter... It was a soap opera
The kisses scorched me
My body trembled every time he pulls me closer
Two hearts together, and I thought
"This probably is the beginning of my last chapter."
I was wrong and I thought
"Forever is over."
Again.. I was in agony

And here is a new chapter... Are we writing it together?
Or will I be the one pulling it together?
Once again be in agony?

-PRK-

I'll Have You Know

There are nights that I wish I didn't miss you
And there'll be nights that I wish I didn't see you
Passing by the lot like I never really knew you
It isn't about the touch but the memories we made, boo
There were nights that I'd wait for your calls
And when the phone don't ring, I'd slowly drown in my squalls
Sometimes the awful silence seems louder than our brawls
But these are the nights that explains it all
With every note that changes in every song
And as the pages change too, everything seems wrong
Did we fall out of love, or has it been too long?
Has it been long enough to rewrite the song?
Now don't sweat it, hun, I've seen the real you
I guess you're dealing with a lot of things I went through
But I'm sure it's more than just a hairdo
More than just another weekend you have to get through
You could be right, but I don't take excuses
You're telling me that I'm losing all my focus
The fact of the matter is, you're losing your muses
I'll have you know what an actual truce is

-PRK-

A Paradigm Shift Perhaps

After the storm and unavoidable turbulences
I wanted to sit quietly and enjoy my own company
Or perhaps sit in a tree and watch the world go by
But I too wanted to sleep under the stars with you
Live today, talk about the world
And have a quiet time next to you
Find that balance that we both are looking for
And memorise poems that we can relate to
I want to listen to my own heartbeat
And love without fear
Forgive and forget, and find clarity of thought
Here, as I walk this earth with you
A paradigm shift perhaps, when I finally meet you

-PRK-

In The Nightfall

Here in the nightfall I often wonder
If someday the moon is gone forever
No stars, no fireflies nor a proper measure of pleasure
Neither I, nor you would know the meaning of leisure
For here even the nightfall is as loud as the waves
Clapping, applauding from inside the grave
For even silence is deafening for the nave
The longer I tried to stay to my gaze
For here in the nightfall it's never idle
And my soul is baffled in the intertidal
The leash that binds me is always guileful
But for tomorrow in life, I'll shall fight this tidal

-PRK-

That T Junction

So I proceed
Like nothing was going to break my stride
I refused to leave anything untried
Even when some ties then became untied
I wished I wish for it to subside
Unfortunately I kept getting defied
At times even when astried
I begged for immunity to betied
But I was born partly fictional like Hyde
Cragfast between junction
Precasted between replusion
Classed between gumption
Confused between eruption
And oddity erection
But I did proceed
Towards that T junction in greed
A while later out of misread
Realised slowly I could mislead
And satisfaction wasn't guaranteed

-PRK-

Saviour

Once - a song was written with the image of Romeo and Juliet
In a world and such era of bedecked perfection and booty sweat
Appalled - the pencil stopped, realising it spells regret
"Walk away," it said. "Leave the movie set."
Supposed it was just my train of thought and rain of chafe

Messing about with the grammes of my sanity half

And my length of forbearance stays my greatest craft

Before the big vent object to the cockeyed raft

Though when the sun comes up, it ceased momentarily

The crimson weave is staying everlastingly

Uninformed how butterfly is supposed to feel like

And the moving picture is never coming to real life

Was it love or was it just a state of mind?

And will this riant song and dance ever be mine?

-PRK-