Ambivalence

You’re not in love with her 

If yelling at her in an argument doesn’t make your throat burn like you just downed six shots, you’re not in love with her.

If her eyes can’t make you stop in your tracks and think about what you are about to say next, you’re not in love with her.

If her laugh doesn’t make you tense up your knuckles thinking about never hearing it again, you’re not in love with her.

If it only hurts her when she cries, you’re not in love with her.

If her voice cant calm your worst anxiety attacks and make you want to listen to anything she has to say, you’re not in love with her.

If her smile doesn’t make your chest quake and your lungs shrink but feel refreshed all in one motion, you’re not in love with her. 

If her taking her clothes off is when you pay the most attention to her, you’re not in love with her at all. 

Best wishes,

Maahi PM

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Daily Prompt: Uneven

via Daily Prompt: Uneven

Uneven we remain

Uneven we remain
No harmony entangles us in union
No laughter chirps on our lips
Our visions divided, separate

Uneven we remain
Melancholy engulfed in our hearts
One a seeker, one a distancer

Uneven, not balanced.
You and I live.
Uneven, not certain.
You and I exist.

Uneven we remain
Brought to me by you was the word ‘love’,
Brought to you by me was ‘love is not enough’,
Your words I trusted
Deceit I received

Uneven we remain
You approached me with ‘respect’,
Degraded you left me
Directions uneven
Cultures uneven
Love uneven

Uneven we remain
Uneven we remain

 

Best Wishes,

Maahi PM

A Day…..

A day without her – Fun

A week without her – Tiring

A month without her – Sad

A year without her – Lonely

A life without her – Curse

 

Best Wishes,

Maahi PM

 

Daily Prompt: Gone

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A few short stories in relation to today’s daily prompt. Somewhere hidden within the text is a sense of something being gone or lost. I find that the word gone itself is very empty with little to offer in terms of emotion.

The Wi-Fi was fine and good 
It was I who had no connections left

“You really mean the world to be my darling!”
This was the birthday text that was sent.
Blue ticks. It’s been read. No reply.
The heart sank. I understood, someone else has taken the place. 

Somewhere between yesterday’s shadow and 
Somewhere between tomorrow’s insecurities 
We end up ruining today’s happiness.

Sooner or later, 
We all come to realise that being a 
Child was the best thing ever.

“Can you live without him?” her friend asked.
“No, but I would rather let him fly than break his wings.”

They both cried endlessly.
One had to forget and move on, 
The other regretted letting go. 

Somewhere between parents expectations and society’s interference, dreams died. 

Take me back in time when people and emotions were real.
Take me to my childhood….

Somewhere between “I want to grow up” and 
“I want to be a child again”, Life happened.

 

Best Wishes,

Maahi PM

You want to…

You want to smile, but you are crying

You are sad, but you want to be happy

You are quiet, but you want to talk

You say you are OK, but you are lying

You stay strong, but you are broken inside

You are afraid, but you do not admit it

You are surrounded by people, but you are alone

You are breathing, but inside you are dead

You talk about feelings, but inside you are empty

You sleep, but you are still tired

You are calm, but inside you are raging

You are everything you do not show

 

Best Wishes,

Maahi PM

 

A Mother’s Love

A Mother’s Love 
There are times when only a Mother’s love
Can understand our tears,
Can soothe our disappoints
And calm all of our fears. 
There are times when only a Mother’s love
Can share the joy we feel
When something we’ve dreamed about
Quite suddenly is real. 
There are times when only a Mother’s faith
Can help us on life’s way
And inspire in us the confidence
We need from day to day. 
For a Mother’s heart and a Mother’s faith
And a Mother’s steadfast love
Were fashioned by the Angels
And sent from God above. 

Happy Mother’s Day to my beautiful mum. I love you with all I am today and all I will be.

A Message

A messages has arrived;
It troubles me
A letter has come
It asks,
When will you return home?
Write to me, oh my loved one, when will you come home?
For without you, this home is soulless, empty

A lover, a lady has written a letter,
When is you return home?
For this home is empty, lifeless without you
They all ask, when will you return home?
The scented dawns, the riotous evenings,
The lonely nights, the flowers in her hair,
The incomplete words, the yearning embraces,
and the longing glances have all asked
When shall you return?
for without you this home is empty, lifeless without you.

A messages has arrived;
It troubles me
A letter has come
It asks,
When will you return home?
Write to me, oh my loved one, when will you come home?
For without you, this home is soulless, empty

The lover writes;
The towns, the shadows of the willow trees,
The old park bench, the rain showering down,
The fields of poppy, the town squares,
The ocher climbers, the twisting vines,
The rocking swings, the swaying flowers,
The bursting blossoms, and the lanes of the towns ask
When shall you return?
for without you this home is empty, lifeless without you.

The message has arrived,
Written with love in her eyes, words burstings with affection, with sentiment.
A tenderness, a warmth, a concern, a passion,
Sometimes Outwardly in anger, sometimes inwardly in love
In every word my lover asks,
When will you return home?
Write to me, oh my loved one, when will you come home?
For without you, this home is soulless, empty

Oh passing wind, in your arms carry my embrace to my lover
Quicken to my town, where the twisting vines await,
Quicken to my town with the swaying flowers,
Quicken to my lane with the shadows of the willows tress call out,
Quicken to my lane where by beloved resides
Give embrace to her, give her my love, give her my touch.
Tell her I love her so
Tell her I shall return one day

Memory

We Only…

We only seek out shelter 
When it rains,
We only want a hand to hold
When we are in pain,
We only pray to God
When we really want something,
We only think about the warmth of the sun
When it’s cold,
We only look up at the sky
When we feel low,
We only compromise
When it suits us,
We only understand
When we experience it,
We only talk to our shadows
When we are alone,
We only learn to live
When we are old,
We only miss our loved ones
When they are gone,
We only love those
Who match us, 
We only appreciate success
When we have failed,
We only apologise
When it’s too late,
We only understand the lyrics of a song
When we feel the same,
We only know the meaning of freedom
When we cannot escape.

Best Wishes,

Maahi PM

Freedom

Freedom
She is seated on a park bench,
Her breathing: shallow and rapid
Her body: shivering with anger,
Hot droplets of sweat dripping from her brow,
Thoughts come at the speed of lightning.

Happiness now a faint memory of feelings which no longer exist,
Replaced instead with a turbulent struggling soul,
Tears streaming, war raging yet still surviving.

Her vision blurred, her objective set,
Anticipation no longer distracting her,
A momentary clam, a release,
Stillness.

Unleashed is the frustration
Unleashed is the pain
Unleashed is the anger

The warmth is calming
It is comforting and silent
She is smiling
Freedom

Best Wishes,
Maahi PM

Anguish

Anguish
During my lifetime I have witnessed a great number of people cry.
Women, men, the elderly, children and the young.
Witnessing their sorrow, their anguish first hand 
Their eyes reddened, swollen with puffy red faces. 
Mostly women, sunk in their never-ending sorrow and pain
A woman with a subsiding storm glaringly visible in her reddened eyes.
Her features; an appearance in shambles.
I sit. I observe. The aftermath of her tears. 
Frail, severed, wounded and tender.
I have watched her cry. 
I have observed her erupt in sobs from the pit of her soul. 
This woman, her face disfigured in misery and remorse.
Her hot tears rush down her face; her mouth quietly shrieking in utter misery.
There is no doubt that she is beautiful
She is the only woman I know who looks painfully beautiful even in anguish. 
She longs to be admired, to be adored, to be worshipped.
Best Wishes,
Maahi PM