Poem #185

Love is what happens when two wholes
combine in a feeling higher than themselves.
Attachment is what comes to life when two
broken pieces try desperately to act like
they are a puzzle.

Poem #184

I was looking tonight for a song that
will perfectly depict how I feel and make
me let it all out. Some sweet melody to
bring on the tears that are suffocating me,
to get rid of the lump in my throat but not
a single beat came close to describing it.

In the end I was able to sum it all up in
a simple sentence: Broken in need of healing
And so the waterfall began, the healing
came streaming down my face.

Salute

Dear Sub-consciousness
What drives you to whisper
Into my ears
Spying through my thoughts
Flickering my decisions
Of right and wrong
Dear Sub-consciousness
What drives you to bellow
Filling my head with noise
Murdering my conscience
Aligning with my dark storm
Launching your power
Through my worlds
Decaying everything
That had ever lived before
Opening my forbidden doors
So that the demons and fears
Will be unleashed on the low
Land of horrors
That were temporarily forgotten, gore
Filled my islands
Never seen so much violence
But now you did all
Of this so you could be in control
Dear Sub-consciousness
You oscillate my beliefs
Of fake and real
If it’s an ethical oath or a deal
With the devil, meals
Were served on poisoned golden plates
Made of the finest products of venom,
Lies and the Grinch’s sad tears
Feeding them to my thoughts, mere-
Ly a meal, indeed, though it was
A raw material of catastrophe
Greet my wars with killer grins
And insidious hellos
Mixed with undercurrents
Of plans and silent vows
Of revenge and destruction
Say hello
to my sharpest
Weapon, my mind
Alas, it was also
my strongest
Distraction, so many lies
Dear Stranger
Meet my Sub-consciousness
He is in control, I am nothing
But a shell, a martyr, a soldier who’s facing many battles
Yet there’s nothing honorable about my job
My suicidal
Pointless missions
No, this is not addressing depression
This is just a soldier venting
About their scarred memories and hard-earned lessons
So Dear Sub-consciousness
Have we agreed upon
Our limitations
Or will we cross our lines
Like you already have done with mine

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Poem #183

A million years in the same place and
now I’m packing up my suitcase. I’m leaving
for the world even if the journey is only in my
head. Let me run, let me fly, let me swim but just
don’t let these 4 walls crush my spirit.

The same wall I’ve been staring at for years
started to speak to me. He said that even though
I’ve painted it the writings beneath are still
telling the story of the girl with many dreams.
He’s telling me to get my feet moving because
my life will pass and I will just be staring at it.
He’s telling me to get out of this town before
my heart dies and I get left with nothing to pour
into these lines.

A million years in the same place and
now I’m packing up my suitcase. I’m leaving
for the world even if the journey is only in my
head. Let me run, let me fly, let me swim but just
don’t let these 4 walls crush my spirit.
I have so much more to see, I have so much life
within and I don’t want to be chained to this city.
I’d rather spend the night on the concrete under the
big lights than in the cold hug of my walls.

These walls are telling a story about a girl that wanted
it all but only ended up on the floor every time the
liquor would get her father spinning out of control.
Lately she’s been tilting at windmills and her exhausted
body hit the ground. She’s just staring at the walls now,
not even trying to make a move to brake the chains that
are holding her down. Her enemies are in her head, her mind
is tightening the noose around her neck. Who is she? Just
look in the mirror, she’ll be there.

Poem #182

If you feel nothing
in the moment when you cross every
boundary, erase all lines
does it mean you did it for the right reason
or that you just went numb and managed
to mute the voice of your conscience?

A Broken Knight

I rode into the forest thinking I’ll save a damsel in distress,
Prepared I was, I thought, for anything out there in the wilderness,
From as small as having cuts on my body from the branches of the trees,
I endured everything else horrible the grove could throw at me to bring me to my knees,
Then when I got lost in the maze of the thicket,
I started losing hope and thought life to be wicked,
But air brought to me a girl’s voice that guided me to safety,
I was mesmerized by her voice and, when I saw her, her beauty,
Her hair was blonde, skin fair and eyes blue,
She stood there looking out of the only window of a tower on top of which a flag flew,
I stood behind the trees and watched her talk to people who passed by,
Till I went up to the foot of the tower and, to her, said hi,
She talked to me as she would to anyone else she met,
But every word she spoke and every smile she gave took away my breath,
I asked if she would ever consider me deserving of her,
She said she had responsibilities, that she had to attend to, so I would have to wait for her,
Since she said she loved me but she didn’t have time for me yet,
I kept going back to tower to talk to her and give her whatever I could get,
She thanked me profusely for all that I had given,
That I had been someone who was gifted to her by heaven,
I thought my unconditional love would relieve her of the pain and agony that she always seemed to convey,
So I sold my horse to buy a rope strong enough for her, eventual, escape,
I thought I had found myself, in her, a wife and a willow,
Until that day, and for many days after, I was greeted by a closed window,
Little did I know that she had family that didn’t need help in that tower so high,
That she had a man that she already loved and I wouldn’t have her as much as I tried,
She faked the love and the smiles to get what she wanted,
I was just some other guy who got played and discarded,
I, the knight, had rode into the forest thinking that I will save a damsel in distress,
Little did I know that, at the end, I would be the one who needs saving and somebody’s largesse.

Hi! I am Jayaram. I reside in Chicago. Currently, working on myself, trying to fix what’s broken in me through writing. Movies, a bit of sports and software programming keep me alive. You can visit my blog at  https://jayaramguda.wordpress.com

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Poem #181

Between reason and love I chose
love every time and every time
without a doubt I fell hard.
And I loved every second of my
body hitting the ground because it
was done for the only thing
worth fighting for in life.