Your Trigger, My Sting.

Sitting still at my office desk,

I start a fiddling with my thoughts

As I gulp down a cup of brewing chaos,

My mind slits a patch

And it’s all oozing out today… 

The noisy chronicles of my mind

Your Trigger, My Sting. 

Those are my trips...

When I was away, yet here.
My body, mind and soul scattered around the world.
I was listening, or maybe not.
The conversations went on with my hmmms
I was somewhere, yet nowhere in particular

The mind flaps her wings and takes me away.
Being there at two places at the same time,
Those are my trips ...

Just make her smile...

Like a rock, she rolls

Hitting pavements, crossing shores,

Each strike adds another coat of strength,

The scars so countless, yet so defining

A sculpture so formed, so her...

As days change into seasons,

More sheen to her body and mind

Some seasons were dry and unkind

But what could break her now?

She stood firm like a rock

With no chains and stark-naked honesty.

Her inner flame, her only soft spot,

A light too bright to stay veiled,

So it reflects on her texture when she smiles.

You want to know her?

Just make her smile.