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
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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
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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
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(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.)

Love in a marriage

Love in a marriage

love in a marriage is not all love,
love in a marriage is love and pain,
because when she’s carrying your child,
love changes from pleasure to commitment,
you’ll share the pain to make it easy for her,
your soul by impulse, would throw your body infront if someone were to throw a knife at her,
that is the spectacular evolution of love,
love probably introduced her to you as a girl you couldn’t keep your eyes off of,
you probably fell for her looks or personality, pursuing her for your own happiness,
you probably wanted to hug her, kiss her and take her on a date; the whole thing only done because it kept you in a spell of bliss,
love is an exhilarating visitor, aboard with the most important philosophy,
for soon she makes you sacrifice your joys for her, delivering you a special kind of satisfaction from that,
she’d strangle you with a lot of burden, while you’d gladly take the shackles for her,
love presents herself as a selfish emotion, but turns out to be the most selfless emotion,
as she goes through her phases,
i see no other emotion that makes you want to put someone else’s well being ahead of yours,
to make you take the beating to keep someone safe,
love is a preacher, my friend,
setting the example, as all of the earth people had become cynical with their views,
because your love for her, makes your pain feel like sweet sugar, as though it is some interesting form of pleasure.

– Shane
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Take me away

Take me away

Take me away, darling,
Take me away,
I’m tired,
the voices in my head have gotten difficult to talk to,
Take me away, darling,
Take me away,
I’m shivering,
the frozen rage in my blood has seeped into the fractures in my bones,
Take me away, darling,
Take me away,
I’m torn,
the smile in my face has not been able to fill up the hole in my chest,
Take me away, darling,
Take me away,
Make me one of yours,
Wear me beautifully and give me back my soul,
Take me away, darling,
Take me away,
Touch me with your grace,
Rip me off my skeletons and rejuvenate me with your blood,
Take me away, darling,
Take me away,
Remake me as you please,
Save me from my hollowness and expand me into single-celled particles,
Scattering in a fleeting pace,
Escaping this man-made prison,
Take me away, darling,
Take me away from the pain.

– Shane
©jacintoshane

We’re not meant to be happy

We’re not meant to be happy

The pores of our skin cover up with smog again,
We live a different life, don’t we,
We don’t belong to the lights, the shimmering incandescence everyone enjoys,
We’re not meant to be happy.

The pain that everyone fears to face, rests in each of our crevasses,
We have terrible fates, don’t we,
We don’t stay with colours for long, the hues that give radiance to each smile, each laughter,
We’re not meant to be happy.

As sunshine creeps into our windows that behold all that is dark and desolate,
Calling each one of them out to play, to go merry about the grandiose of the world, with faces aloft,
We admire the subtle inflections in a bird’s chirp, the glitter on the outside, not for us to caress and embrace,
It is true that we are nothing like the sun, for it is made of the rainbows and the glamour it evokes,
We’re not meant to be happy.

As the moonlight glints in the sky, surrounded by all that is dark and desolate,
Calling each one of us by name,
telling us that we are special and built to endure; the fighters, the dreamers and the artists,
We admire the tiny speck of light buried with darkness galore, grief-stricken and passionate, reminding us of us,
It is true that we’re more like the moon, cursed and beautiful, awake only when night looms, when the feasts have ended,
We’re not meant to be happy.

– Shane
©jacintoshane

Sweetheart

Sweetheart

I shall love you so much, that it’ll stifle you,
So much, to make you blush lush pink,
For then, love shall never be enough,
You shall find no greater love.

Such that, every memory of me,
Shall slither under your veins,
While they writhe away.

Such that, every word I uttered,
Shall resonate in the back of your mind,
But just as distant echoes.

He shall flatter you, with roses and expensive jewelry,
Ecstasy and fortune, lighting you, like a charm,
Yet your heart shall still shiver, discontent.

And you shall craft clouds, to look like me,
Behind his ears, you’ll wonderfully color me down,
While he promises you, the stars.

For I shall love you so much, that it’ll stifle you,
So much, to make you blush lush pink,
For then, love shall never be enough,
You shall find no greater love.

Sweetheart,
– Shane
©jacintoshane

Hostage

Hostage

Clench your teeth,
And feel the ivory breaking inside,
I’ll miss you, in your regular yellow,
I was killed, in a voiceless basement,
I told you, I’d stay,
I told you, I’d be back,
I told you, I keep promises.

Clench your teeth,
And feel the ivory breaking inside,
I thought, I’d sing for you in this rain,
I waited underneath, the disturbing dark,
You told me, you’d stay,
You told me, you’d be back,
You told me, you keep promises.

Hostage,
– Shane
©jacintoshane

Away

Away

Perhaps we were too drunk to remember,
The silky stir of your hair, tickling my shoulders,
I think I remember feeling that,
The awful horror in your eyes seeking solace in mine,
With the alcohol numbing the pain for the minute,
But, your eyes still couldn’t hide,
Or play dead.

Your cute comforting smile,
Lying before your wretched eyes,
I saw us, in the mirror,
As flawed as we were.

But we were together,
Hurt,
Torn,
Apart,
From everything real and legit,
Clinging on to each other’s warmth,
In our own separate place,
It felt good,
I remember that.

– Shane
©jacintoshane