A STRANGE ROSE

She gave me a rose 

Once in a dreary 

winter evening, 

With a promise 

of a new one 

once it withered. 

Little do I know 

that it was  

A strange rose 

that seems to not 

fade with each 

passing day. 

I had my eye  

over it 

and the scent  

emanating from it 

would take me to 

realm of  

Magical realism 

sooner, 

it became normal 

And, 

Sometime after this, 

Interest rejuvenate

when each morn' 

would i witness 

the beauty of a 

silver droplets over 

its Velvet red petals' 

as though someone  

had cried over it 

Or that 

the draughts had laid its  

icy hand.  

This too subsides.

I had started to 

care less, 

Until one day, 

it started to wither! 

In vain I tried 

but nowhere could  

she be found! 

Now, 

Its stem has dried 

its petals has withered 

Yet, 

it remained dear to 

me as has ever been. 

I would breathe in 

in all volume to capture 

all its smell and 

would hold it  

so tight that its thorn 

plunges the skin 

giving me 

a sudden rush of pain 

in a way that  

to me is  

beautiful. 

Over and over 

I did do. 

Because,  

this dry intimacy 

is what keeps me  

Alive; 

For I know, 

I once had a ROSE! 

-SLIM

A MAN OF MEANS BY NO MEANS

Then you said to me " Goodbye". Seeing the humorous side of this serious goodbye, i could only give myself an appalling smile  (at the least) realizing how things were more hollow than i had actually suspected. Still then, all my nerves leap in protest when i try to convince myself that there is nothing left but goodbyes'. This is where you had me wondering if there is anything good about the "goodbye". I believe this antagonizing feeling is not going to go so fast. It may be true, love touched once and last a life time?. I spent my time in exaggeration and it works like an extra hour of work out forced on my emotion that only adds to the cramp. But then, I am helpless, more like a willing victim, I got so lost in your thoughts that sometimes i am in desperate need for words of comfort to dig out myself again. I wonder if i will ever get rid of your image. At times, i am afraid, not of anything in the world but me, losing my stand by reflecting too much on someone's priority than mine and letting my moods governed by some needless authority. I was totally helpless when my inner emotion gets out and reveal itself in full magnitude and equally am i, when you call it quit. I looked back into times that were and forlornly seek to redeem those time again which at the end of the day, i know is vain. It come to me, more often than anything, to give a thought to what went wrong with us. Was the love so deceiving? Is distance between us the culprit?  When you had me put up all this time for nothing, you are not at all sorry. Are you? I don't know if you will ever give a thought to all this, the fact that you have found someone your dreams are made of. 

Am i unworthy of you? Of course, i must be. Else you would have never leave me when i begged you to stay. Is love to beg? What is love? When i turn my thoughts to you ( which i do most of the time) i am desperate, exasperated and my usual calm disposition decomposes. I reckoned, all this has something to do with love but then love is  something i couldn't really fathom beyond what i actually feel for you and i believe the person you're meant to be with need not be chased, begged or be given ultimatum. 


Matter of fact, I'm a victim of my own thoughts. Rather Petrified with my own emotions that often run out of the line and have become an agent of chaos. sometimes i desperately need someone to confide all my emotions in, but  who? Moreover, even if i do, all people alike , would only give occasional flash of superficial understanding then wrapped themselves in their own problems and pleasures. I will stop bothering like you wanted me to But that doesn't mean my love has subside and i have move on like you do. It is that, i have learn to shut in when nobody cares. I will always love you from a far.

-slim

20 October 2013 17:41

MEMORIES

All things are memories.  

Sweetsome, bittersome  

Such the call, the text

And the late night up 

The kisses and the dreams 

Beyond realm of reality.

The excuses, the apologies; 

Tale of love lies follow. 

Sneak out and shy dates 

So special are first times! 

And even the nicknames 

Sounds Sweet forever more.

The best of all these are 

Well Preserved in time 

And alike the stars above 

Neither of us can touch 

I cherished this memories  

Sweetsome, bittersome  

Such the text, the calls 

Blanksome, silentsome!

-slim

12 september 2013 00:29

Truism

Love fuel desire never vanquished.
It grows yet and forever reside
and like the river it freely flow.
It is set as a seal upon the heart
Nothing can put off its burning flame
Nothing can plunder nor strikes victory.
It is not shaken in the cruelest tempest
but stand still as the mountain strong.
Love is earnest, its weapon love.
Nothing can substitute nor compliment.
No amount of transcription  ll ever suffice.
Often it desist with the minds concord,
As sharp as double edge sword
none is rendered uncut in its face.
As poisonous the venom of vipers bite
stranded many seeking  its cure devoid.
And as is to death we come, so is love.
when the heart descried love, It is to-
behold the scarlet charm of roses blossom,
that no amount of rhythm ll ever describe!

_AHTUI

As is sweet all natures way

As is sweet all natures way
such is summer,
its sweating symptom drenched
for up the sky the sun generous
and in its prime, heat intense.
No green shade to render respite
and woods nowhere near sight.
To lay off in river swims
to my awe, dirty sewage drained.
To find life in enclosure
by no means, a poor man means
As had for me,
the night to my day transformed
and as has for many been like
till whence, the heat transpired.
Yet nature in its in own way best
shower us its monsoon deliverance
with it begins a new breathing.
And as moist cool air spree,
young lovers in holding hands
enjoying relief from summer sweat
unfurl their love in kisses and hugs.
As is sweet all natures way!

-SLIM

Hero time call

A man who live so glorious

An onus that no one takes

The touch his hand gives,

A finish that none compares.

More he work, less he talk

less he talk, fetch applaud!

My inspiration, an exemplar!

A man of love he is, that

we flow as one, as old as time.

A man of principle he is

Big things and harsh retreat

Out in the deep blue sea

Silent display and never deterred.

Gone are his youthful days

The wrath of old age now gently lay,

We live in fear bound by angina.

In never ending lines of prayer 

 We endure..

-SLIM

Friday,9 November 2012 at 01:07