The Happy Doll

There once existed a happy doll
Long shiny strings, they control it all
It sings, it dances, it smiles and jumps
Its arms and legs are well-sewn clumps
All who see it, smile and laugh
It’s known to break the sorrows in half
It’s such a happy doll you’d think
Wide shiny eyes, they never blink
But, there is misery and no one ever sees
one glimpse at it, your soul would freeze
If you ever see it laying alone
or when the puppet master is not at home
You’ll find it in a dark and shabby drawer
Discoloured dress and halfway tore
There are fabric patches on the chest and back
They tell the tales of a subtle attack
It sits and smiles but won’t complain
It cannot express its perpetual pain
You’d hope one day it would bawl
There once existed a happy doll

Ruthless Love

Love OH! Love, how ruthless of you.
Stole my beloved, Well it’s not new.
Love OH! Love….

How many times did you crush me to sand?
How many times did I follow the command?
But anarchy and chaos are what you brew.
Love OH! Love, how ruthless of you.

I forced to fall again in an abyss.
Every time I trust you – you bring me to this,
where my eyes tear up and my mind goes blue,
Love OH! Love, how ruthless of you.

Stupid as I am, I will fall to you again.
I’ll give my soul and watch it go vain.
Then I’ll cry for THAT – as I never knew.
Love OH! Love, how ruthless of you.

So many wounds and stitches to heal,
Pain and agony I no longer feel,
It’s torn so bad, I can not just sew.
Love OH! Love, how ruthless of you.

Mind you I’ll be Okay – for I am strong and tall.
To learn to fly, I did need to fall.
I will stand up and fly – will be one of the few.
Love OH! Love, It’s so true,
The harder you pushed, the stronger I grew.
Though you tried hard to kill, but could not do.
Love OH! Love, how ruthless of you.

A Damn Good Sailor

The sail is torn by the thunderstorms, the mast has been broken by the recurring gust. The hull is punctured, the paddles are heavy and you are tired. You, who are smashed and torn apart by the very tides you once sailed. You, who once stood tall and proud on this very ship which is almost about to sink. You, who would sail to the unknown waters fearlessly, is tired and lost. You, who after all this keep rowing and hoping. You must be a damn good sailor.