Charade

You crave her for dinner
Devour her for dessert
But lose your appetite
When it's time for breakfast.
You touch her body
Before her heart
Parting her legs
Before her lips
Savouring her skin
Starving her soul.

Go on and revel, go on and bow
Go on and bask.

Because
She'll drop her clothes
But never her guard
You can scar her
But you'll never wound her
You may have been inside her body
But you'll never get inside her head.

So enjoy her like a play
Fluent in comedy and satire
Applaud her performance
Marvel at her grace
Take all of her in
While she is up for a parade
Because
Once the curtains fall
Your show will be over
And so will her charade.

Unseal

How can it be
I wake up one day and see
That nature silently chose to stitch
Wounds that once made me itch
Pain that I once bore
Without a whimper, growing sore
Tears for nights I cried
Without a warning, the sunlight protectively dried
A love that I once felt
For arms I held, prayers I knelt
Oh nature, I want to unseal
The scars that you're trying to heal
For the fire that burned me infernal
Deserves wounds forever eternal.

• The Haiku Project • Day 11 •

• The Haiku Project • Day 11 •

A little bit of Murph.

What if

What if

All we’re fated to

Is a life of chaos

With faceless voices

And voiceless faces

Rushing in, pushing through

With vices for habits

And pain for placebos

With no corners left

To vacuum out the dust

And no windows open

To welcome the sunlight

Or a breeze of realization

What if, the madness

Is bigger than the methods

What if

Our quest for solace

Ends only in the din.

What if

Our comfort zones

Are forever aligned

With our suicidal love

For the crazy
And frightful fear
Of silence, and the truth.

Tuck me in

Tuck me in
Turn my bed of nails
Into a soft blanket of roses
Slip me into the deepest dreams
Of whistling winds and singing streams
Make me forget my world of woe
My aches and pains, from head to heart, to toe
Limit my universe to the hold of your arms
And the smell of your existence.

But most of all,
Tuck me in
And then
Just never leave.

• The Haiku Project • Day 10 •

• The Haiku Project • Day 10 •

They say that money talks.

And all mine ever says is Goodbye.

Like a sneeze

When exactly, who knows

I think it was when I blew my nose

It struck me like radioactive breeze

Love, you’re like a sneeze.

The more I resist

The harder you persist

My senses you freeze

Love, you’re like a sneeze.

You shake me up

Make a mess of my make up

Physically weak in my knees

Love, you’re like a sneeze.

Hitting me when I least expect

You overpower me, I must accept

In that moment all control I cease

Love, you’re like a sneeze.

But there comes a relief

That cushions my belief

Stay for more than just a moment, please?

Because love, you’re more than a sneeze.