Succumb

Why is it so hard for me
To break through these walls of denial.
Why can’t I see they are only made of paper,
Not steel.

Why does it seem impossible for me
To allow myself just a tear?
Must I always resort to intoxication
To let loose or a find a momentary escape?

Why do I have to hide behind words
And filters that conceal my lines,
The story hasn’t even begun to be told,
But the end is clearly in sight.

If only I could shake the truth I know, out of me
Like the falling leaves of October.
Would it be so thoroughly shattering
To accept that I still miss you?

Could the vulnerability reveal a comforting shadow?
Could the weakness reduce me to a baggage tag that reads ‘fragile’?
Either way, this debate of submission,
Is a sweet pain I’ve grown to love.

It’s the oxygen in my lungs
That keeps me alive,
In the same way,
That it allows me to disintegrate until mortality claims my soul.

-Ramona Arena 2014.

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Baring It All.

Just as the cool dew of morn
Kisses every blade of green
You don’t have to smile, she cooed
With moisturising timidity.

Parched, like dry, cracked land
For oh so long
He’d forgotten the taste of rain,
As her words he absorbed.

Tis better than the alternative
He grimaced unwittingly.
For he meant to flash another smile
Maintaining appearances & dignity.

Her tone of vanilla
Took on a softer hue
In order to lift the floodgates
And let the water through.

Leave it be
Let the candle burn.
Don’t worry about the flicker,
It’s a part of it’s sojourn.

Her gaze lay fixed
Upon his stare
Tears also make moments
Memorable and rare.

He looked at her suspiciously
As the winds of caution blew
Dark clouds rolled in continuously,
Squeezed dry, leaking through the roof.

With defences disguised in the form of clothes,
No recollection of when she stripped him bare,
He now lay covered in those very drops of dew
Reflecting her light through the sunshines’ glare.

-Ramona Arena 2014.

Shut Up Already!

They said the early bird catches the worm.
But who are they?
And why should their truth be my life story?

Words are all we have had to express ourselves.
And despite a million synonyms and such,
We are trapped and bound by how limiting they are.

I’ve come to realize,
Through life as I philosophize.
There is but one reality.

So pure and so true,
Nothing need be named.
Words are only for the deaf
As colors are for the blind.

‘Feeling’ is the gospel truth
Through music, dance & frame.
Touch, glances, moments, chances,
Convey what you can never say.

To feel so deep,
You didn’t see yourself bleeding,
To feel so much,
You won’t care about healing.

This minute, this second,
This smile, this tear
I never want to hear about it,
Just let me feel it’s real.
©RAMONAARENA2014

The Idiots’ Guide To Me.

My smile is for you to understand
My cheeks are for you to cup with your hands.

My eyes are for you to see the reflection of my perfection
My hands are your eternal reassurance, beside you in every direction.

My ears are for you to nibble on and tease
My lips are to comfort you and put you at ease.

My song is for you to hear and know.
My heart is for the seeds you want to sow.

My trust is a gift for you to celebrate
My happiness is yours to creatively elevate.

My mind is for you to appreciate and excite
My body is yours to devour till I die.

– RAMONA ARENA 2014.

Conversation.

The milky moon
Shining full and bright
Negates the intensity
Of the ebony night

Beaming down
Upon the sea
He boasts aloud
Drunk with vanity.

The stars weren’t bothered
They just ignored
The pompous moon
With claims so broad.

‘They’re filled with envy’
He justified,
‘But I control you beings
With water and tide.’

Now a lone urchin boy
Seated on a rock
Looked up at the moon
Thinking ‘what a shmuck!’

He kept on ranting
Till the lad could take no more
‘Shut up you dim wit
Your flatulence, I abhore.’

Aghast, the moon scowled
‘Who do you think you are!
Don’t you know who I am?
I can wreck you with my power!’

‘You’re nothing alone
You can only shine
Because the sun loves you
And lets you steal her light

You’re not even a planet
You can’t host or sustain life
You’re dented, cold and old
A lonely satellite’

‘You know not what I had to go through
To evolve and get to this stage.
There’d be no earth without me
No animals nor human race.

Just like the other scum
All that you can see
Is a rabbit on my face
But I stabilize thee!

All of you ingrates
Your time will come
When I leave your sight
Disaster will be done!

And then you will remember
All I wanted was respect and affection.
But you are a selfish species
Bringing doom upon creation.’

23rd Aug 2015. Ramona Arena.

REMEMBER.

REMEMBER?

The morning song of the robin

You chirped to me each day.

Remember?

Filled with such sweet melody

To camouflage the lies you claimed.

You remember!

Just like the Baya Weaver

You built a nest to pursue and impress.

The moment I conceded

You did a 180; what a fluttering mess.

Feathered friends regurgitate

Mainly to feed their young.

But I was left cleaning the filth

Around me that you spun.

I remember.

The golden amber of the April sun

Warmed winds that suddenly blew.

That’s when I spread my glorious wings

Flyin away never felt so good.

-Ramona Arena, 14th September 2015.

Does it matter?

Does it matter

How foolish the drop feels?

Does it matter? Does it matter?

 

Does it matter

How incapable the babe is?

Does it matter? Does it matter?

 

A frozen May

A dying December

Success or rhyme

Does it matter?

 

The color of beauty

The King of the jungle

The air breathed for life.

What is this banter?

 

  • Ramona Arena, 13th Sept 2015, Mumbai.