And my dad would say,
"The one meant for you lives in an apartment in the old town road.
She's not out clubbing, only knitting sweaters for the school children who always visit her in the evening.
She believes silence and care can host someone for long.
And so that's what you should practice; silence and care."
#EnjoyTheDark
© amimoh
Hey you
The guy with a fake smile
The monster who smiles in our eyes but beats the life out of my sister behind closed doors
Hey you
The man with the clenched fist
Keep your hands to yourself
Just because you can't express yourself in words doesn't mean the beatings would do any good
She doesn't want to fight
But...
But that's the first thing in your to-do list right?
Everytime you feel the world at your feet, she is the towel you use to dry your sweat away, the mud you step on after a few bottles of what you think makes you a real man but destroys that happy soul I once knew
Then out of self pity
Out of mere pity you calm yourself, dry her tears; you look straight into her eyes and feed her all the lies in the world in the name of love..
Then she would say she loves you back
But no...
She's lying
Cause is it love to be hurt and bruised?
It is it love to be torn apart by the one man who calls himself your pillar
To be made a mere object in front of your own kids
Everytime you raise your hands on their mother
They watch of how she's incapable of defending herself because of fake love and faith
Because of societal obligations
Because the society says submit and be the good woman every other man wants
The good woman who never questions anything
Hey you, you!
Maybe one day you'll leave her alone
Maybe one day she'll be happy
Not in pain, she'll have all her happiness to claim
Maybe one day I'll stop seeing those texts from her at midnight saying, "what did I do to deserve this?"
© amimoh
The ageing dad is going through his son's belongings for one last time
No tears here, just pride and memories of the kind of man he raised; but gone now...
A dusty page in one of the books engraved "diary" reads this;
***
That...
That one day another day will start without you
They'll sing praises and award you medals in your casket
The 'real ones' would not talk much, they'll pretend like crying
But when my day comes, just fake a smile and say, "he lived a good life."
****
#EnjoyTheDark
© amimoh
I still have the butterflies I felt the first time you smiled in my direction
My heart whispers your name everytime I'm looking for something to make me smile
With you my heart finds delight, memories of you makes me the best version I could ever be
Love me, maybe we'll create something longer than eternity...
© amimoh
Memories
Nightmares
Regrets
The waters are clear
The winds are still
But the memories undersea are not at peace
His soul cries not out of regrets but mercy
Why him, why it had to be this soon
Give him back, maybe we'll live good
Maybe the nightmares we have will fade away
He's the one the waters took
The brother who's destiny was left untamed
No reason, just to be recorded on books
No pity of what the world would lose
Give me back my brother's soul, I'm the one he's punishing
His cries still in the waves
Claiming lives, says he needs one to comfort him in his new home
Bring back the souls we've lost
Give us back our brothers you've consumed
Water is life, waters are clear
But it's taking away everyone...
Give the drowning one a hand, it's you he pleads to
Drain some water out that sea, give a helping hand
Make the world a little less drowny place
It's you they need...
I still hear his cries
Begging for mercy, all efforts in vain
They snatched his soul, the waters snatched his soul
And now I'm the one he's punishing....
© amimoh
I heard of a town
Green grass; waters clean
Where the sun smiles at them naked, lying by pools of water
That place exists
That place is next door
I hear of a place
Where little boy's like me run on clear ground
Scents of bread burn, Melody only by birds
There's a place unlike ours, where no one from poverty runs
I'm the one riches left
One in a million ants squeezing in this snail shell we call home
Cracked lips and dry throat, the sun smiles not at us here
But burns, and burns until we get a smile from death
I'm the one behind those stone walls
Where no sounds are heard
Where class is seen and two worlds made
But they're the ones we call our leaders
Representing us, says they have us at heart
Maybe they do
I'm the one in the same school with the governor's son
On scholarship, they say I deserve not the chance
Equal opportunities, I fight for what they already have
And pray it slips from their hands; just this once
Show me where you live and I'll show you mine
Where families grow and pockets go dry
Where food runs from us and poverty burns
Where promises are made in cars while we beg for food in aches worse than cramps
That's our place
The place behind the stone walls...
© amimoh
It started on a class junket
Two kids at the backseat of a school bus, they talked to no one then
A joke by one of the students made her smile and his heart smiled back
An introduction, smiles and a few meetings in the local park did it
Their hearts wanted to try
They had to try
Two teenagers in middle school
Matching outfits, the things they tried to hide
He did letters, his handwriting on many sample papers
Skipping classes and craving chances
They enjoyed it then
Their hearts enjoyed it
He drowns in agony
The beauty of love has turned to claws
His heart chained in eternal faults
It had to try, now tears of agony it cries
A perfect love story turned into skips of wide strides
Happy he still got the pieces of his heart broken to mere dust..
Ask him of how he's doing
Tap her shoulder, ask her of how she's coping without him
She'll say it's fine staying this way
Not getting calls, at least no one to criticize her ways
All the things they wanted so bad, now in waste
Ask him
He'll say he's Just fine...
© amimoh
It's 2am in the morning
The young therapist is visiting her therapist
Five minutes since a question was asked and silence has a territory now, here
A pen and paper on her laps and she's writing something; something she heard from her client who was found dangling in her room six days ago...
****
"We're all suicidal kids telling other suicidal kids that suicide is not an option...
A friend of mine had her dignity dragged through the broken pieces of molestation
Suicide knocked at midnight, convinced her and now she's gone. Gone to a place peaceful enough to call home
What more of an option is needed...?"
****
EnjoyTheDark
© amimoh
A piece of paper falls from the tiny pocket in the bride's gown. It's the best man's handwriting;
****
Maybe next time I'll be enough
You give me everything instead of giving up
Maybe next time I won't be a waste
You'll be the one and not the one who ran away
So count on the days
So I won't have to say, "maybe next time..."
****
#EnjoyTheDark
© amimoh
Sip me like latte
Drink all my problems away
And give out my solutions as warm breeze
Chop me like balls of onion
Let your tears wash all my sorrow away
Let me cry on the legacy you've made
Life's cracking and destiny hacking
Darkness lurking and brighter days burning
Stand with me, maybe I'll understand what's happening
Knit me like your favorite robe
Patch the colour you like, dreams of you in cought
Knit me, let me feel how's it to be in your arms
Let my problems shadow away
Let's stand together for all hurdles to sway
Be with me, let's show them how this is played...
© amimoh
