Moonshine.

Here I am staring up
gazing at your glory.
Here without companion,
alone but ne’er lonely.

The splendor you bring
to this night sky.
Majesty and magnificence
nothing else can defy.

I close my eyes,
I make a wish,
hoping as I sleep
you’d keep me tonight.

For only in my sleep
do I feel your eyes on me.
I wander in my waking moments
as I ponder on what we could be.

Sitting here looking
for words to rhyme,
Waving up on you
on this dark grey sky.

Boast on your silver finish,
Keep on shining up high!
I’ve fallen in love with the moon,
That – I could never deny.

MR@2016

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Highfalutin

Pompous, lofty, grandiose!
No, I don’t write so you’d be awed!
Pretentious-sounding words,
it’s not my thing and I’m no fraud.

I don’t use terms I don’t understand.
I might forget what they meant –
That’s something I can’t stand.
I’m a lover of context not aesthetics.

Obstreperous, Picaresque, Equipoise
To me, they’re nothing but noise.
Faced with a word I first need to Google,
I simply can’t care about high-highfalutin words.

MR@2016

Secondhand Serenade.

Back to the old days,
We were nothing but Strangers.
Every day we ask
“Is there anybody out there?”
Anyone who could be a friend
or maybe even Something More.
Then I met you…
and all I can think of is
“Stay close, don’t go”.
For I am half alive without you.
But you’re hesitant to love.
You feel Our Time will succumb to end.
You say it’s you, not me and
Left without a word –
You may have quit on me
and I have Nothing Left To Say.
It’s Your call, but let me do what I need,
Let me help Fix You,
Keep you Awake when your souls asleep.
You are a drug and I’m addicted..
A twist in my story that I’ve long wanted.
It’s never too late, even if
You say you’re Vulnerable and Broken.
I’ve Fallen for you and you have for me,
Take me with you for
we are the Right kind of crazy.

MR

Right Back.

I can’t find my past
in my head,
there are visions
that I cannot connect.
Dreams, that are
too damaged to conceive.
My subconscious
is but a hazy stance,
ripped apart
trapped in a mere trance.
My present isn’t
refined as well,
shrouded by a cloud
perhaps it’s but a quell.
In spite all that,
you appeared with majesty,
brought me back to life,
collected all my debris.
You have no idea
how much it means to me –
to be put right back
to my destiny.

MR @ 2016

Girl In 210 (3/3)

My heart thumped loudly in my chest
as my mother and I sat in silence.
Mind you, this tale is a rather long one,
but it’s worth your while, especially when I’m done.
I will tell you the explicit way
my mother had relayed it to me –
She started with a name – “Eloise”
finally, a name to match the face.
She moved in the building
three years back,
her mother had just died then
her father has become a drunk.
She stopped going to school
and took care of her father…
but he never took notice of her,
he never bothered.
But Elise rathered he didn’t care
than when he started to hit her after each emptied bottle.
When he is drunk he slapped her around
but she never allowed that to bring her down.

Her life was full of ups and downs,
her plans never seemed to materialize,
but she faced life still with courage –
made magic in each of her life’s page.
The tough times where she was sure she’d break,
she closes her eyes and say a prayer –
That all hardship and misery disappear
and her father, be once again, endeared.

But Fate has brought her more misfortune,
that one winter’s night full of desolation.
As she was on her way home
a few blocks away from work,
Eloise was taken by force
violated by monsters cloaked in murk.

She woke up the next day
blinded by a white light,
Dressed in a hospital gown
her father’s face was in fright.
He had almost lost his daughter,
but what’s worse than that –
was when Eloise lost sight of hope
lost her way and her path.
Her father stopped drinking
but Eloise stopped speaking.
She would just lie awake in bed
afraid to scream her way from sleep.
Til one day Eloise could no longer take it,
she took a blade and sliced her wrist with it.“
I broke down in tears as my mother finished,
I never knew her life was full of perish.
If I could only turn back time
and had taken her clue seriously before I had part,
I could have saved her
and she’d still be here with a beating heart.

MR@2017

Girl In 210 (2/3)

She was that girl
with jet black hair,
a tantalizing smile,
and beauty she didn’t know was there.
She was mysterious,
or maybe I was just delirious?
Was it true that I met her?
On that rainy day in September.
She was all I could think of,
even with a pool of options.
Though I met her but once,
I believed fate will mind its course.
Three years had gone,
I’ve moved out from my folks’ home.
Though every time I visited,
I still look around for this girl.

While I was wandering the hallway
towards my folks’s flat,
I noticed our flat number was 212,
I was caught in shock.
Could it have been
that she’s from Flat 210?
Or is it just me again,
making up scenes in my head?
If I was right though,
she’s just two doors away.
I could create my own destiny
manage the course of my fate.
I headed slowly, heartbeat racing
palms sweating, slowly pacing.
I knocked on the door,
hoping to see my girl – 210.

Nobody answered
and there was that eerie stillness.
I hurried back to our home
asked my mother if she had known.
The girl I have been searching for,
that girl who caught my heart.
My mother spoke with sad eyes,
saying she’s known them for a while.
She said she knew the history
of the girl I wished was destined for me.
I sat in silence and let her speak
hoping she will unveil Girl 210′s mystique.

MR@2017

Girl In 210. (1/3)

On a cold winter morn,
I squeezed into my jacket –
my breath’s darn cold
like I had chewed on ice.
I stood still waiting
for the bus to come ‘round.
It’s a little late now,
worse, it had started to drizzle.
Rain came pouring down,
I was sure I’d get another shower.
But you came right beside me,
had an umbrella over my head.
I thanked you profusely,
you just smiled and nodded your head.
I asked you your name,
you only responded with “Girl in 210″.

I had no idea what you meant,
but the ride finally arrived.
I ushered you to go in first,
not my luck, it’s not your ride.
“Your name?” I asked again,
in all mystery you just gave me a grin.
With a touch of hesitation
i went inside in isolation.
”Girl in 210,
will I ever see you again?”
I’ve waited days and weeks,
and months and years.
Still took the same bus route,
and my sanity I’ve started to doubt.
Did I really meet you, 210?
Were you for real?
Or were you just a fiction?
created by my imagination.

MR 2017

Not Temporary.

anonymous asked:

She said she loved me on a Sunny day, no wonder she can’t see me on dark days, nor can she see me during a storm, it’s impossible for her to love me at night, even in the Dawn.

Give and Take.

We met in a time where
both our hearts were broken.
In a time where we wanted
nothing more than mending.
A point in life where
colors had started to fade,
and love was but
a twisted charade.

Yet with you by my side,
I’ve felt changes from within.
Like I’m willing to try
give love a chance again.
Still, I told you not to fall in love
if your hearts’ not mended enough.
You agreed with resolute
that you and I will not get involved.

A few weeks later,
you started a chase.
Like you’ve already gotten over
a love you said was great.
I was confused but you seemed so brave,
brave enough to stand up to all that you said.
I gave in with hesitation hoping it’s real,
when you said you loved me – it felt surreal.

Everything was fine,
we were in love.
But one day it all changed
when she started to call you up.
You said you weren’t going to take it,
but when you went home, you did.
The next day I asked if we’re okay,
but the fire in your eyes were dead.

You said you’ve moved on,
it felt true – I assumed.
But one look in your eyes,
your smile couldn’t disguise
the feelings that you have for her
in your heart still lingered.
I had to say good-bye before it’s too late,
I don’t want to have keep a heart
which to another you want to give.

MR@2017