Beyond My Grasp

Part I

You look at me
But you don't see
Anything but your own world

You are unaware
Of the little lair
Close to yours unfurled

I look at you
Observe your hue
But just too far away

You seem so close
But I suppose
All is just too gray

Part II

For I look at you
And you at me
But we don't really see

For in between
You and I
And every reason why

Is a one-way mirror.

A mirror,
I, behind it
You, in front
It is why you can't
See me
Or my world
That collided into yours

Perhaps one day,
This mirror will shatter
Like this poem
And you'll come to know me
Or of me...

I suppose it doesn't matter.

Falling

She’s falling

Down, deep

Close to breaking

She’s falling

Hard, helpless

All too confusing

She’s falling

Slow, sore

Almost crashing

And now she’s waiting

For it to end

Hoping, she’d come to understand

How in the world

It all began

The War between the Heart and the Mind

The heart spoke languages

The mind could not comprehend

Enraged, it was

But the heart took a stand

Clashing perspectives

Both could take it no more

The mind and the heart

Declared a war

The mind made sense

But the heart felt strongly

One sceptical, one believing

Both agreed to disagree

The heart spoke of hope

And sang pleasant dreams

But the mind held reality

The worst, it always deems

The mind and the heart

Refused to be in sync

So the war went on

Till She was too tired to think

At last, the mind won

Intelligent as it was

Unaware that it would be

Her greatest loss

Less is More

Oh and not
But either or
For often
Less is more

Transfiguration

She used to feel it
A vibrant fervor
Pounding at her body
To be released
Into agile caper

From graceful swirls
To angst filled aggression
She expressed
Feelings once held in
Deeply hidden

Liberated, she felt
Her heart throbbing
Dance,
It is how
Her body would sing

A brave rhythm
An uplifting tune
She dances once more
Invigorated
No longer jejune

She danced
Through her past
Now she prays
Hoping
This isn't her last

Phantasmal Panache

Your eyes, they twinkle
Under the gentle beam
Of the alluring moon
That charming smile
Formed by your luscious lips
Oh it makes me swoon

Your soothing words
They bring healing
To my broken heart
Only you understand me
Like an artist would
Comprehend his own art

I like the way
You take my hand in yours
And hold me to your chest
I like the way
You kiss my forehead
As I lay down to rest

With you around
I feel secure
I have no reason to fear
Cause everytime
I'm in your arms
My worries disappear

But your fingers are slipping
Your presence is fading
Yet I hold on to your wrist
Though you have to go
For we know too well
That you do not exist

Mental Block

My brain feels so congested
Too many things running through
I keep myself thinking
Yet gaining neither cue nor clue

I've been constantly trying
To compose another rhyme
But I lack the edge of inspiration
Neither can I afford the time

It is very much my passion
The way I express my heart
But the pen I hold in my hand
Consistently refuse to draft a start

Across the fields, I ponder as I sprint
Along the corridors, I seek as I roam
But no matter what I do
I just can’t write another poem

Whereabouts are the blockades?
I strive to diagnose, to evaluate
Is it my spirit, my heart, or my head?
Why answers to my questions disintegrate?

I shall pen my problem on paper
While reason and logic take a backseat
I can’t fathom my lack to reload
If only my inspiration and I would meet