Heart on Fire

Heart on Fire

Heart on Fire

Night lights fight his eyes,
Maybe he should’ve thought twice,
Though he couldn’t perish,
The love, he most cherished.

As he looked up,
All he saw was a piece of art,
She had those mystical eyes, point arrows to his heart,
She was his winter haze on a sunny day.

She had this smile,
That had chills running down his spine,
The world had a girl, just fine,
He had his angel, raring to fly.

Spellbound to her soul,
Drunk in her immaculate words,
He was lost in paradise,
She was everything he saw,
Humbled, like a seagull’s desperate caw,
The music, gently, fading sour,
Maybe she wasn’t his angel dressed in white.

The nightmare woke me up, whining under my roof,
A fairytale in the ruins,
But would I ever forget the look on your face?
Tears began to clog; my heart ached,
I shall write ‘the girl that set my heart on fire’,
A tear rolled down my cheek,
And withered the flames with itself,
But, maybe she’ll always burn deep within.

– Shane
© jacintoshane

Video adaptation of the poem – https://youtu.be/nLk8XQrWvzIhttps://youtu.be/nLk8XQrWvzI

MIRAGES

Our swords gazing,
At the sun so blazing,
Oh my friend, the day has finally come.
Our eyes gorged with passion,
For we shared the same dream,
Oh my friend, our pain wasn’t in vain.
Glancing at the enemy horde, pumping fists,
All of a sudden, all my might burned out of sight,
As your steel pierced through my ribs.
Stumbling and gasping, I fell on cold arms,
Startled by the stare of your wicked eyes,
Glimpses of the past made me sober,
Oh my friend, betrayal let me waver.


Glancing at the enemy horde, pumping fists,
All of a sudden, all my might burned out of sight,
As your steel pierced through my ribs.
Stumbling and gasping, I fell on cold arms,
Startled by the stare of your wicked eyes,
Glimpses of the past made me sober,
Oh my friend, betrayal let me waver.

Heart beats though my soul turned numb,
By all that mattered and our bonds in tatters,
Been dead a while with my last words held hostage,
“Oh my beloved friend, all my life had been a mirage”.

– Shane
©jacintoshane

Video adaptation of the poem – https://youtu.be/k3E-H6ZLpbchttps://youtu.be/k3E-H6ZLpbc

On a sad note…

On a sad note…

Glitches Stitches Witches,
He was left alone, so ruthless,
The night grew colder,
As all his might turned tender.


The sound of them water ripples,
Trebled with his heartbeats,
Withered by the sad note in his soul,
That shook him whole.


He looked, as the sky was growling,
With the twinkling lights frowning,
Then he saw the moon,
Scarred, as she glowed,
He was still sad,
But a hopeful kind of sad.

– Shane
©jacintoshane

Angel of my dreams

Angel of my dreams

If I were to emphasize, she, how would she be,
Big black eyes mimicking nature as it sees,
Chins and cheeks, skiing upheld and upright,
Like a voyager gleams to the paddle of the tide.

If I were to emphasize, she, how would she be,
A notion of love, that stays in a child’s heart, whilst the cruel world,
Playful and reckless, like scattering clouds, whilst time’s wrathful deceit,
Like soft winter-laden ice crystals, with charm, even noble sprinkle of fall can’t stupor, a face,
That chuckle merrily, under my shoulders, whilst terror and desolation.

If I were to emphasize, she, how would she be,
Like a royal horse that treads charismatic, with decent steps, sturdy and blissful
Snout, boasting a little curve and red lips, ripened with values to behold,
Soulful, a voice, that shall preach cuckoos to hum harmonious,
White frock, full and spread, and braided long hair, romancing the bosom of hers.

If I were to emphasize, she, how would she be,
A hummingbird, as light to flee, into the harmless wind, like cotton,
A dignified lady, deepened with much integrity and purity to instigate,
As exquisite, that wonders would gaze in wonder and, proud stars shall envy.

The canvas I pictured, flaunts dreamily with everything, but life,
She is cute, an illusional beauty, the soul imprints, through the robust eyes of mine,
I see her sing, dance and love, but realise it’s all a lie,
She doesn’t exist, I feel panting, or maybe,
But maybe, she does and I’ll narrate someday,
These dreams I had of an angel, glancing into a pair of big black eyes.

Angel of my dreams,
– Shane
©jacintoshane

That day, I held her hand

That day, I held her hand

That day, I held her hand, and didn’t want to let go,
Then we scribbled on the sand, our names,
And the ocean wave, carried our promise,
As she went back to the shore, and as we parted ways.

Lost were we, with the running years,
Cut by life, into separate souls,
I walked away, and she walked her way,
For mankind is finite, shattered by the tenacious world.

Not like the star; that promises the shine,
Not like the ocean; that promises the tide,
Not like the moon; that promises the night,
Not like the sun; that promises the light.

As we both exhaust, at life,
We come back to the shore,
But never to meet,
And the water, climbs, over our faces,
As the warm sea, run down our ears,
The loyal ocean, carried her promise,
That day, I held her hand,
And never let go.

That day, I held her hand,
– Shane
©jacintoshane

Shall I join you?

We simply make promises, don’t we? We are fragile creatures. We are not faithful as the sun, moon, the stars or the ocean. For they have kept their promises from the beginning of time. Maybe that is why we are mortal, and less fascinating.

Two lovers make a promise by the seashore , and write their names on the shore. The sea watches everything, and carries their promise. The lovers part with time and forget the love they had for each other. They drift into separate families and grow older. They coincidentally meet each other in the same beach, as the ocean engulfs them. Gasping for breaths, they clench each other’s hands to survive. They smile at each other, in their old wrinkled faces. The feelings, shimmer in both of their eyes, again, amd they never let go of each other, from then. Because the ocean carries them to her home. The loyal ocean carried her promise.

Death note

Death note

Kill me with your scathing knife,
Punish me for my love and take my life!
Reap no mercy, if I cry out in despair,
For it may tend the mortal, to clutch for survival.

I may stumble, and I may stagger in the fading space,
But you stay steady, wielding your despising gaze,
Heave no pity, as blood stains bind onto your trembling hands,
For it chases you toward penance, to repent your committed sins.

But do only this for me,
Bury me once in your arms, before you bury me, underneath,
And I will be glad with glassy eyes, holding your picture.

But do only this for me,
Carry me to death, mourning like a lover,
Amid the red mud scavenging, like a bloodthirsty vulture,
I will lay content, a smiling sculpture,
And don’t you worry,
I will tell no one.

Death note,
– Shane
©jacintoshane

Suffocate

Suffocate

I try to escape the pain, and I reach out for you. You have always been my therapy. I scribble feelings, at the pace, they emerge from my beating heart. I feel the pounding, leave me slowly, as your kindness comforts me. You were the voice, outside the soul, that reflected my own.

I try to escape the pain, and I reach out for you. You were there, broken, yourself. But you were always my therapy. The feelings, choke in my throat and now, nothing comforted me. I suffocate. I suffocate. I suffocate.

I stare blankly, as I slowly recede into the dark world, that I never wanted to see again. To the place, where all my thoughts were only comprised of pain. I was here before, but now, I was alone.

I look, as life frowns at me. “Why can’t I save anyone?”, I sob. “Why can’t I save myself?”, I scream. I was powerless. I was hopeless. I was soulless.

Suffocate,
– Shane
©jacintoshane

Angels among people

Angels among people

The first kind – conceited people. They have excessive pride in themselves, which works as a good asset
for them sometimes. But you will have a relationship with them until it is mutual. The moment you hurt them or put them down, they turn against you. They won’t try to reconcile
the relationship because of their ego. The bond becomes unimportant before their urge to maintain their dignity.


Let me draw you a conversation so that you can see it better.


“I’m sorry if I had hurt you. I didn’t think it would end up like
this”, I’d say.


“Like you could even hurt me. I never even cared much about
you. We may have had a good time together but now it’s over.
It is time to move on.”, he/she would say.


Well, this is most people. They’d never step down from their ego to save a dying relationship. They walk out of your life with their heads held high, not carrying guilt or regret for
banishing the memories and the bond the both of you had. They’re cold and they make the majority of people. They’re common.


The second kind – needy people. They value the bonds
they’ve nurtured more than they value themselves. They come across as sensitive and hence they’re pitied as
weak people by the bigger crowd. The moment you hurt them or put them down, they’ll fight for you. They will give in their everything to save the relationship with someone they loved.
Their dignity becomes unimportant when it comes to preserving the relationship they’ve made over the years.


Let me draw you a conversation so that you can see it better.


“I’m sorry if I had hurt you. I didn’t think it would end up like
this”, I’d say.


“It is fine. Just please don’t ever leave me. I don’t know what
I’d do without you. Please don’t leave me. Promise me that.”, he/she would say.


There are fewer people like this. Because they are putting a lot on the line. By projecting their vulnerability, they’re radiating all the immense affection they have for you,
shedding all the armours their minds had created to carry their souls in the name of pride and dignity. At that point, you can flick them with a rude response and destroy them forever.
Don’t do that to them. Because they are precious. If you have the second kind of people in your life, you are
lucky. They’re the angels among all the people you have in
your life. Don’t lose them.

– Shane
©jacintoshane

Mind and Heart

Mind and Heart

Two people.
He, full of pride and joy.
She, full of love and compassion.
He is strong, and she, weak.
He is wiser and understands the clichés of life.
But she is a silent whisperer, pushing up faith to the tougher
one. She believes in fairytale notions, whereas he laughs as if
all of it is fiction. He could rip apart things that harm her, but
empathises with her feelings. Because she would break down
before him, later on, after he had revolted. He is a true lover.
While she sobs, he scorns her for embarrassing him. But still,
doesn’t brush her to the shade of the world. Because he adores
the crybaby; of everything manipulative, she’s still naive and
real. When someone denies her, she goes numb. The next
moment, he goes insane. He rampages and ravages everything
in the calamity. When someone loves her, he lets her stand
upfront and admires her radiate from a distance. That was it
for him. That was it; watching her smile. He lives to give her,
the best. Because he was born to protect her. He, is my mind
and she, my heart. Perhaps this is what true love looks like.

How shallow are you, traitor? (Doctors amid COVID-19 and injustices)

How shallow are you, traitor? (Doctors amid COVID-19 and injustices)
How shallow are you, traitor? (Doctors amid COVID-19 and injustices)

How shallow are you, traitor? (Doctors amid COVID-19 and injustices)

Animal, you begged him to come save you, to cure you of disease, to take away the pain,
You go on your knees when you need him, then stamp his head into the mud once your needs are met,
How shallow are you, traitor?
How shallow are you to not have compassion for someone that put himself and his kin in jeopardy for an unknown man.

Animal, this lot of society that is so concerned when they’ll be free of the contagion,
You sit silent in your homes with no voices for the unarmed soldiers left in slaughterhouses to be infested and fed on by an invisible foe,
How shallow are you, traitor?
How shallow are you to not care enough for the soldiers that are fighting your battle.

Animal, you who turns a blind-eye to the corpses piling from deeds of inhumanity,
You should hear the screams of pounding hearts in denial bawling before the dead bodies of those with their lives cut short,
How shallow are you, traitor?
How shallow are you to not stand up for the protection and safety of those that are going down as collateral damage in this great global war of man versus virus.

Animal, you who wouldn’t feel until the disasters come breaking into your households,
You must know that infantrymen had to kill each other because destiny had them on opposite fences while they’d have been best friends under different circumstances, had their blood not been poisoned by chants of false patriotism,
You must know that farmers suffer of poverty and starvation after feeding a million mouths of gluttony, had their minds been as devious as yours, they’d have survived,
You must know that doctors, nurses and healthcare workers die of disease after healing millions of patients, had they put their conscience away, turning away, aware of the dangers of contracting the infection from a dying person, they’d have been saved,
How shallow are you, traitor?
How shallow are you to not see that in that moment, the doctor looks Death right in the face and agrees to hold its wretched hand for the victim, when he knows he has the power of saving a life even at the cost of losing his own,
In that defining moment, his family, friends and all his dreams go into a blur in the back of his mind and he doesn’t care for the tragedy that can follow for helping a stranger,
How shallow are you, traitor?
How shallow are you to betray a soul that would go that far for you?

– Shane
©jacintoshane

(This poem of mine is dedicated to Dr. Simon Hercules and other fallen heroes of the COVID-19 pandemic. This is an Indian doctor’s poem against the injustices that prevail against his own even during these times of severe crisis (COVID-19). May the legacies of the heroes always be remembered and hailed.)