Somebody

When will she have cried her full
And cried herself empty
How many times has she
Wanted to be someone to somebody
More than she wanted to be herself?

I am

I am not moved,
I cannot feel my legs.
I have no space, except the space
I occupy.
I fill a vacuum.
I search for - something -
I look inwards,
I look into a mirror.
I know nothing except what
I feel inside, and
I wonder,
Is this what it feels like, living in myself?

Deeper Things

Where the sea meets sand,
People scour the land,
For hollow shells and strings of coral -
Debris of the ocean
That the tide has cast ashore,
Unable - to search the waters for more

But this is the way
Learnt from age old philosophers
Those who, in their day,
Made the earth to be flat -
For they could not see beyond the horizon

To them,
Nothing existed that

escaped their understanding, and

Nothing could be understood

that escaped their sight,
But they saw only through their eyes

And did not see

The heart seeks always;

But the heart never sees
There lie deeper
Things than these

Unknown

Measure reason with the span of the mind
Compress theology into theories
Calculate values of time to find
Paper answers to abstract queries
Observe the universe through microscopes
See only what studies have shown
Searching eyes avert wider scopes
In fear of the unknown

Suddenly

Suddenly she can feel her veins
And the pain in her pulse
It was here to stay
Unlike everybody else

Strangers

Where is the stranger
In the capsule of a body
So familiar to your own

Maybe we are so alike
Because we were never meant
To feel so alone

What Poet

What poet composed
The poetry within us
Or creator supposed
That we would create

What love has waived
All terms and conditions
Or price has saved us
Our fall to fate

Tides

Tides of time washed over her,
Corrosive as coarse acid,
And there she stood, like pale shards of rock
Jutting out of the ocean
Which once made up a great silver arch,
Rising majestically
Above the waters beneath,
And now they were no longer an arch
Instead, standing still
They did not quite know
What they were,
What they were supposed to be,
Or how to draw a line
Between the two.

Sense

I am not going to pretend
I see any sense in living
But I can only try to live
As if time will be forgiving
And someday I will

Ecclesiastes 3:11

Eternity set in our hearts -
Within our very beings -
Yet we cannot see
Beauty in its infinite form;
But only a negligible fraction
Of what is to be
And what is to come.

Belated

I go through old photographs
To try and see into the emptiness you were
Hiding behind those eyes

I did not see the tears.

The warmth of the sun
Reminds me of that smile so long ago
Of a girl who once gave light to the world
But kept none for herself.

Marionettes

Watch the marionette show -
See the broken-down beings
And their loosened strings
Beneath their painted poster faces

Disjointed wooden limbs
Stumble across the stage
Falling into one another's
Empty, careless rage

Watch them stumble,
Cry and crumble,
As they try
To stand on their own.

She spoke of magic things and miracles;
The stretch of the sky,
And talked as if she was on her way
To something
Extraordinary,
Beyond the imagination
Of human hearts.

More

The feeling that
There is more than this
Comes from the knowing
That this will never be enough

Heartache

Who would steal it, unless she put it on display?
And who would ever want it,
Unless she gave it away?

Anyway,
She was certain if anyone
Broke her heart
They wouldn't find anything inside
For it was only empty