Soul Match

deep down I feel like a child,

and when I see you it drives me wild,
your smile makes my heart melt inside,
as you lift me up when I cry,

you love me for who I am,
as we navigate life through this traffic jam,
you encourage me to be nothing but me,
when im blinded by haters and I can't see,

your my muse, my inspiration for writing poems,
you've been my strength ever since I've know him,
as life keeps on going,
and I continue to learn and continue growing,

ill remember how special you make me feel,
cause I know this is real.

What we have is a fairytale

What we have is a fairytale

I never believed fairy tales and happy endings to be true,
But that all changed when I met you,
Every time I see you I blush,
The same game when it was just a crush,

When we speak it’s effortless,
Moments with you are timeless,
My heart raced when you were near,
As if I had nothing to fear,

I never knew fairytales were true, until our eyes met and they stuck like glue,
I never knew what it could be,
Until the struggle ended happily,

And if fairytales aren’t true,
I know there’s something special in you,
When there’s pain there’s happy endings ,
While our pain has eternal mending.

Grandpa -My hero

when I feel like a zero,
I think back and remember my hero,
I remember all the motivational stuff he told me,
as he encouraged me to be who I wanted to be,

He was my emotional pillow to cry on,
my shadow when everyone was gone,
he was my crutch when life got heavy,
and my stability when I was trying to get steady,

in a world full of haters he was my cheerleader,
he knew me so well like a mind reader,
he loved me despite my lack of confidence in myself,
he loved me with all his health,

and at night when im alone,
and I feel as cold as stone,
I look up and remember my hero,
and I go to bed not feeling like a zero.

The veins are the map of you

my blood flows like the water in a stream,
as my heart shines like a star that gleams,
The brain is the center destination,
as the veins are the map to my salvation,

The veins are the broken turns of the past,
showing all the bumps in the roads that last,
it showed how many times I had to turn around,
listening to the heart beat sound,

it marks all the places I've stoped,
and the baggage I've dropped ,
it shows all the pain I've endured,
and all the moments that were so pure,

it marks the events of the past,
the plans of the future that may not last,
the change of older me,
the proof of what you can see,.

The Child With in Me

Stuck in a fairytale which is my reality ,
searching for my true sanctuary,
feeling lost trying to navigate the world around me,
emotionally so young, lost in what I want the world to be,

The world isn't happiness and imagination,
its full with emotions and temptations,
trying so hard to find the path meant for me,
when nothing around me feels the same like i dreamt they'd be,

Im overloaded with senses,
since when is life so full of tenses,
past , present future, now,
when did my mom teach me how,

to navigate the mapless world of me,
im blinded to a world I can't see,
confused traveler , lost visitor,
in a world full of beauty and still feels sinister.

identity

Identity

Where do I stand?

In the middle of foreign land,

Struggling to find my identity,

But afraid of superiority.

Confused on my values and cultures,

Constantly feeling like a unchanging vulture,

Trying to fit in,

Without feeling like I committed a sin,

I don’t want to disassociate myself.

To fit in with the common wealth,

Struggling to find comfort,

Finding salvation some sort,

As I try to stand tall.

As I adjust to it all. 

poverty

Poverty 

Children waiting anxiously, knowing their living a life in misery,

Suffering from poor health and injury,

Lack of happiness and salvation down the poverty line,

As parents fight to pay their fines,

Food is scares; Sanitation is low,
lack of options as people revert to drugs they blow,

Low rates and famine spreading,
emptiness is what the children are embedding, 

Human rights don’t exist.

No employment benefits,

In the slums nothing but poverty,

Life full of jeopardy .