The Heart Knows

Who knew that the heart,
could feel like a separate
entity, away from the body

Who knew that a heart could
feel so happy. It dances, so the
beat ,feels so different, from
the pace it normally beats

Who knew that my heart
is so attached to you that,
hurting you could affect it
in such a way, it feels
alien even to me.

Who knew that my heart
love you  so much it
reacts, of its own accord,
to every emotion, every action
and every sound you ever make

Who knew that my heart

would find the spark, to light

its eternal flame, hidden within you
Its as though, it flourishes from a molten lava
of love flowing in your name

Who knew that my heart would

decide my fate, without so much of fuss.
I can not fault it though, for even I know,
its been in-love with you, for more than half
of its existence.

My Impossible Wish

I.

Sitting on my bed

I stared at the picture on my wall.

Surrounded by discarded tissues,

it felt like my heart, was being

wrenched in two.

Alone in my room, I held myself

as tears streamed down my face.

Filled to the core with sorrow,

all I could do was shake my head

as the words no! no! no! no! no

poured out of me.

I had just lost my father.

II.

Words cannot describe the emptiness,

the sorrow, the pain, and  most of all, the guilt.

Shoulders shuddering, I sobbed

into the night.

I couldn’t help but play over and over

in my mind'

the incident of the day before.

The stupidity of my actions plagues

me ever since.

III.

It’s been five years now, and

I’m still overwhelmed with guilt.

For he had called the night before

wanting to talk.

Like a fool, not realising how

significant the call was,

I told him I’d call him back the next day.

Why, you asked?

-  because I had some friends over.

My father died in his sleep that night.

IV.

How stupid!

How ignorant of me

to think life is guaranteed!

How ...

How I wish I could rewind time

Just a little bit

I promise

It would only be for that night

Please, just for that night.

V.

Would it be possible, I wonder,

to call the cosmo into order

To align the stars

So I could rewrite

the mistake of that night

Father,

I would sit, with my legs crossed,

Probably on my couch or preferably

On my bed

I would sit and talk to you

for as long as you want me to

VI.

I would tell you how much

I loved you

Tell you how much you mean to me

How much you’ve given me

How much I appreciate you

I would forgive you for the things

I now know to be beyond your control.

I would tell you what a wonderful

father you were

I would promise anything you want.

VII.

I would wish upon a falling star

If it means going back to right

the wrong of that night.

However, since I do not possess

the magic needed, to call the cosmo into order

I’ll say I’m sorry

For I couldn’t bid you farewell

on that fateful night.

I'm sorry,

I love you. 

Rest In Peace.

- Florence


Reprinted from Soulful Ladies
http://soulfulladies.blogspot.com/2010/05/i.html