To tame a fiery Beast

You may not speak with compassion,

But your resolution shows you felt it.

Gripped on to my composure,

Until I was all alone.

Then emerged all emotions,

I couldn’t hold onto anymore.

And there are times,

When I prefer,

No words spoken or heard,

But only me & my thoughts.

I guess we’re all difficult,

But I’m way worse.

I know we’re not always going,

To see deep within us.

I hope for just a minute,

You ponder what I say.

You are so hard to please,

But I still keep on trying.

It seems when the Full Moon is near,

Faces of the past try to roll back in,

With the tides,

But not this time, my dear.

The heaven & the hell,

Are both located in our heads.

You are too strong to show me,

A sign of weakness,

And that is your weakness, my love.

I love you,

Not for a reward.

But because,

I can’t help it.

To ease his soul,

Then I spoke,

“And love is as deadly to a woman,

As war is to a man.

But even if we fall through,

I got you, I promise.”

Maybe it took the tears of a Mermaid,

To tame a fiery Beast.

 

-By Maroof

Emancipation

Private with my problems,

People couldn’t understand this.

The problem with communicating is,

Fear of how it’ll be received.

It’s so much easier to smile,

Than to explain my frown.

Feeling disconnected,

From everything,

And everyone else,

But myself.

I’m fluent in my words,

A smart poetess.

At the stage between,

A Goddess of love,

And a wounded female warrior,

I made a wish for a most fulfilling love,

Then the universe brought me love for myself.

It took me this long to find me.

I’ve paid a huge price to earn,

The stubbornness that now I’ve learned.

I keep my heart locked away,

Holding out for something greater.

Maybe my demons are present, armed & ready,

To fight off the demons of others.

I reflect on everything,

And some consider this, 

A mind mayhem.

Maybe I had become so comfortable in my depth,

I became unreachable to those on shore.

I find myself when I’m distant from the world,

An extra ordinary mind,

Going through the mundane motions.

I found myself in a place,

Where society had prohibited,

I found this place within myself,

And no one goes there but me.

Before them,

With them,

After them,

I will be me.

Finally, I freed me.

 

-By Maroof

Love?

He pushed and I waited,

Always out of my reach.

Fast forward 3 years,

The last person to laugh was me.

“Well do you love him?”

Then I thought.

Even if I did,

I wouldn’t say it.

His pride prevents him

From speaking love,

But it can’t stop his heart

From showing it.

I didn’t need words,

Just him.

I love his introverted tendencies,

The parts of him,

That he only shows to me.

Did I love him?

For being good to me.

He gifts me with smiles,

And considers my needs.

“Well do you love him?”

Love?

There’s nothing about him I would change.

Love?

He’s difficult but I understand his ways.

Passive ways,

From wisdom not weakness.

He tests my love endurance.

If I’m ecstatic,

If I’m dramatic,

If I’m enraged,

If I’m afraid,

Even if it’s broken I speak from the heart,

Try to hear me my love.

 

-By Maroof

A Love Like This

He was a dare of,

Should I or shouldn’t I?

I was crazy about him,

But not crazy enough to say it.

“Let him protect you,

Take care of you”

They insist,

I resist.

What if he doesn’t do,

A good job of it?

They said “Be the glue that holds him together,

Learn how to keep a man faithful”

But I had no interest in,

Working to keep him interested.

Impressing people?

Well, I’m done with a life like this.

Would never let me lose myself,

In his face, kiss or arms.

He laid out a card,

His baritone urging me,

To gamble with a boss.

Reluctant with my hand,

All of my cards out.

This time I bet it all, 

And lost.

I couldn’t resist,

A love like this,

A love like his.

I knew it was love when,

I offered my heart & my sanity.

I knew it was love because,

I picture his face more than I saw mine.

I knew it was love when,

He made me love & hate time.

I knew it was love when,

I couldn’t hold back the words.

But every now & then you’ll meet someone,

Who opens your mystery.

The colorful pieces you hide,

Become vibrant in his light.

I’m convinced there is love in this air,

Everyone around me is breathing it.

He makes me question,

Every cynical fact I thought I knew.

He makes me feel beautiful,

In my vulnerable skin.

When there were no games,

We both won that time.

 

-By Maroof

My Throne

He sticks to an ambition on Earth,

And me on dreamy Seas.

He broke all my walls,

But I kept a hand on my armor,

Just in case.

To enter my space,

He must move at my pace,

Not a moment faster.

Eliminating him & his desire to drain me,

I cannot love without fire frequencies.

He only compliments my face,

I felt cheated because,

I’m much more than this.

He took notice of my perfections,

But could he learn to love my flaws?

Apologies with motives?

Or was he remorseful from the heart?

Spoke my heart with no regrets.

I’ll reveal,

If you reveal.

If you let me in,

I’ll help you heal.

I’ll keep it open,

If you open up to me.

I’ll be real with you,

I’ll ride for you.

But don’t push me,

I’ll give if love is enough.

Take a second to reflect on how,

Deep & far back our purpose goes.

Coaxing him,

To speak his soul.

The chaos I could find in him,

The passion I could create with him.

Let him know,

I’ m coming back for my throne.  

Let him know,

If he fits the crown,

Then we could rule the world.

 

-By Maroof

A poet & a lover

A poet & a lover,

With a pen & a paper.

Full moon mystery,

And firefly lights.

Rethinking,

Soul confession.

Send me a sign,

Am I in the right direction?

Curing my blues,

And lows with a green high.

If I can’t have you near me,

I will write you in my nights.

In a zone,

Blowing smoke.

Through poetry,

Writing love notes.

The beautiful echos,

Subject only few knows.

Touching your skin,

Rhymes with my pen.

My hands speak more elegantly,

Then my lips ever can.

To be loved by a poet,

Is to be loved by the world.

Better than a random poem,

I painted you the universe.

My words never resonate,

With closed minds,

Or shallow souls.

My abstracts are unconformable.

My handwriting, mementos,

Tucked in pages, and a picture.

Love & tragedy are beautiful stories,

Until it’s your heart that’s bleeding on paper.

 

-By Maroof

Ready

The Goddess life cycle,

Maiden, Mother, Crone.

Youth and chaos is all I’ve known,

I emerge into the next phase.

I am ready,

But I don’t want to lose me.

Or maybe now I’m a different me,

My pain was growth.

I stepped down from the stage,

No longer seeking applause & eyes.

I didn’t want attention & the lies,

The disguise,

I don’t have time.

Submissive but rebellious,

Detached but not distant.

Maybe I wasn’t one of those girls,

Maybe I belong in my own world.

Maybe I am passive,

Or maybe only certain battles are worth pursuit.

-By Maroof

Fantasy

There are levels to my appreciation,

I’ve seen stars that fall & rainbow clouds,

Orange moons & creatures that fly.

I tell him, “Just look at the sky.”

“You’re always staring above high!”, perplexed he replied.

But see I like to watch,

What goes on,

In the world above our heads.

Quiet,

But I’m content.

75 mph in your passengers seat,

Watching the sunset.

No fine wine & no city lights,

Yet this place is beautiful,

Cause’ you are by my side.

I can see stars in the night sky,

No words spoken or heard,

Only thoughts.

Unrevealing,

But a keeper of secrets,

Of yours & mine.

 

-By Maroof

King who hates discomfort

A King who hates discomfort,

In questions & conversation.

Earn respect by being real,

Even in uncomfortable situations.

No energy for a leash,

But I keep an eye on him.

He conducts himself in such a manner,

Like I mean something to him.

Don’t leave me alone to think,

The full moon feels.

I had a stressful day,

Held back all my tears,

And carried the conversation anyway.

Let go,

Or be dragged.

Pretending strength,

That protects the pride,

Seeing past the masks,

We all long to belong.

When he spoke I listened carefully,

But he hardly ever reveals.

I wanted to know about,

The thoughts that he conceals.

Show me your true colours,

So I can paint them scintillating.

Maybe he’s too normal for me,

My life is eccentric,

Abnormalities,

Dysfunctionality,

But more free.

-By Maroof

Wild Out

Always defusing against his fire-like ways,

Hugged his soul with loving words I say.

“Keep it open with me”, 

I never ask him for much.

For me, 

One vulnerable moment is enough.

Maybe the occasional wild out,

There was that other side.

He drives me crazy,

And then he drives me back.

I catch him with patience & composure,

I would defend him from himself.

I didn’t want him digging through the past,

There‘s nothing for either of us back there.

Perfect grammar & an extended vocabulary,

But he never knew what to say to me.

I show him how to love,

Even if it scares him.

I remind him that we are free,

Even if it’s only for a moment.

There’s no one dancing but us,

And no one mattered but him.

Now I know why some dreams,

Are meant to be unrevealed.

–By Maroof