YOU

She had black eyes
tiny cute ones
the kind which settled above those dimpled puffy cheeks.

She had a pretty laughter
it was the hearty infectious one
not too brash, but loud enough.

She dreamt about everything
like they say everything under the sun.
She worried, for you and me
for the entire world.
For the stars, the rain, and the fallen wing.

You could see her big pearly tears,
witnessing every episode of hurt, fear.
Since she cared so much
oh she cared like no one could.

She is of all the things that matter,
a lovely,lovely, friend.

Telling Time.

Every body loves her
except for the people who matter.
Distant and destructive she roams
in the mindless corners of her mind
seeking for a little bit of sense
out of the breaks and the cracks.
Salty tears and moans
never gave her the answers
to those questions
some loud, some quite.

She dreamt of deep blue seas,
and bright rainbows
all the same, all cliches.
Shouts, screams and laughter
with every descending time
will silently, slowly slaughter.
Who?
The ache of a lover,
the hunger of a beggar
and the hope of a loser.

Hello Memory,
                      It's me.
the one with the battered brain,
with the curious heart.
I have a question for you
a fine one.
Not one of those twisted dark ones
but an oddly simple query I have.
Is it just me?
Or you have an annoying tendency?
A sadist view
struggling strategy.
You put me off
on days, occasions and parties
at parks and ceremonies.
You look straight into the eyes
and you prick
not like a needle or a pin
but still you  prick.
I devised a way out
or so I thought I did
I used laughter
they call it the best medicine
but you are immune
and unique.
You played me
you played my devise.
So I ask you 'bad old Memory?'
Is it just me?
or you have an annoying tendency?