A letter to the Heart 💟

Dear heart, 

You may have the shape of the most talked about and desired emotion, love, but I beg you not to lose sight of your function. Be focused dear heart and pump blood to the entire system of our host while beating in the process.

 It vexes me that when you feel the presence of that person whom the host’s eyes never tires of staring at,  you lose focus, you lose many beats. Do you know how dangerous that can be? 

If you stay focused, then you won’t fall,  nor end up being broken as the past records show. I do not exactly blame you for desiring objects upon whom you’d drool over day and night, but I have a problem with your choice of such objects, you irrationally emotional organ! 

So here’s the deal. I am the rational guy here,  so when next the host begins to look fixedly at some man and bounces the idea back and forth if he is worth her attention, please let me do the job of providing her with answers through her head while you keep the warm red liquid flowing through her. 

The power of life lies in you and so you need someone to keep you in check. I am that someone. I am tired of being the guy who gives you and the host pep talks of moving on and letting go. I am tired.

Be emotional all you want, but let me talk you through who deserves your drooling over so we do not get to the part of shedding tears and writing mind piercing poems. 
Yours forever,

The mind. 

TEARS OF INK

Prologue:
A heart cringing with pain while alive
Screams out loud
Through tears of ink by which it bleeds
Pints of bloody unsaid words
On papers of memories never shared
Leaving a permanent mark of regret
On hearts that wish they had cared while it lived.
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There is a heart that still beats life’s sound,
Yet ailing from lack of a sound life,
That craves a healing
Beyond the religious mantra of
“brother it is well”;

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Healing My World.. 

Everytime I see pain in your eyes,  I wish I could cry them away for you. 

Everytime I see you deep in worry,  I wish I could be your warrior,  fighting away those worries, bringing back your stolen peace. 

Everytime I feel your heart cringe in immeasurable sorrow and I see your face wear a frown, the effect of how you feel; I wish my heartbeat would be yours so that with every beat a sorrow is flogged away, and with the music of our united hearts,  your pretty face wears a smile again. 

Saying you mean the world to me is not without its responsibilities. The world loses its meaning to me when you are bereaved of happiness. If I am to live in a happy world,  I need it to be with you,  for where you are is where my world is. So let me heal you with love’s soothing balm. Healing you is healing me for you are my world! 

The Desert of a Lonely Heart

 

Loneliness and sadness are two out of many  ailments of the human heart that like the HIV virus weakens the immune system and leaves the heart open to other undesirable elements. They are detestable.

The being who suffers from them can be likened to a desert with just one tree in its middle which of course may not be seen in a long time; and as it is a desert, the tree’s existence is a respite to the scorching heat from the blazing sun.

That tree to this sad lonely creature maybe the family who is concerned so much for him that he fails to acknowledge or that friend that is ready to poke his finger in the fire just to save him. Continue reading

The Needy.

He had threatened her of leaving and like always she was scared, her eyes welled up with tears and her heart missed many beats. She was needy of him. Why not? He was her father. Her eyes begged him to stay; her vulnerability screamed how much she needed him.

Unlike her, her mother never blinked when he threatened to leave. She would always look away whenever he spat out his venomous threat. But she thought that perhaps her mother felt the same way she felt – vulnerable , only she never showed it.

“You need to be strong”, her mother would always say to her. “A man should never see you as weak, he must think you strong enough to do without him, to live without him. Every man, even if he is your father”. Continue reading