Stain of words

Words... 
my best friends
Spring blooms 
blossoming 
in love's sunshine
Bursting with emotion 
saturated with feelings 
they burst through the heart 
cavort in the blood
tremble on my lips

Words...
my worst enemies
Clinging to my lips 
they don't seek 
to soar on the wind 
glide on the breeze 
scatter their perfume 
Spurning the freedom 
to reach your heart 
they choose to wither 
and die unspoken

Words...
I slash my veins 
to release them
spilling their guts 
on the page 
The stain they leave 
speaks to me 
If you ever read them 
I wonder if you will hear
what they don't say

© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

Unspoken, They Die

Some words
seeded deep
within the heart

watered with love
nurtured with hope
coloured with desire

never to bloom
see the sunshine
feel the wind

They live
and die
unseen
unheard
unspoken

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A Yearning

I long to touch him
Let my fingers 
memorise the grooves 
of his face 
let his essence 
soak into my flesh

I long to touch 
my lips to his 
breathe in 
the fragrance 
of his spirit 
taste the joy 
in his blood 
drink the sorrow 
from his bones

I long for the imprint 
of his bare skin on mine 
to wrap myself 
around his soul 
pour my passion 
into him 
feel myself shatter 
at his touch 

But he is not here 
and will never be

So I long to 
touch him 
with my words 
breach his mind
to read in 
his silence 
what he leaves 
unsaid

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Invisible Ties

Parallel lives 
never intersecting
and yet 
who is to say 
there is no bond 
between us 
We cannot reach 
across the divide
But we can still 
walk together a while 
It doesn't need 
a lifetime together 
to know 
some ties bind 
with unseen threads

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No Pot Of Gold

Setting out
on a life 
full of promise

hopes
shattering
like raindrops
on concrete

Realisation 
dawned
too late

Like the sun 
that slept in
before
it remembered
to shine

only to highlight
life had drifted
way off course

So here I am
where I never
intended to be
Looking back

and wondering 
how different
things could
have been

had I followed
my heart
Instead
I force it
to follow me

to the end
of the rainbow
even though
there is 
no pot of gold

© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

Oasis of Salvation

Destruction 
ravages the mind 
A desolate landscape 
where faith struggles 
to gain a foothold 
Unsure of my steps 
I stumble in 
Inhospitable terrain 
of rocky disbelief 
A plaintive heart hears
the music of hope
rupturing the silence
of scepticism
Seemingly 
a mirage 
for the closed mind 
sees nothing 
But the soul 
still harbours 
a fragile hope 
From this 
fertile soil 
spring the 
first shoots 
of belief
a powerful faith 
guiding me 
to the oasis 
of salvation

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Set Me Alight

The merest whisper 
of your touch 
will set me afire 
Never have I wanted 
so much to burn 

A fleeting look 
from your smouldering eyes 
will reduce me to ashes 
Never have I wished more 
to be scattered to the winds

The faintest caress 
of your lips 
will reduce me to a 
quivering mass of jelly 
Never have I hungered more 
to be devoured

If you took me in your arms 
and held me close 
all I would want is to 
meld into you
My parched body 
is the desert 
waiting for your welcome rain 
to douse the desire 
by setting it alight

© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved