I do...

To April

Dear April,

While my frozen heart melted from the pale winter cold,
Your storm dilapidated my mind.
Basking in your tanning rays,
I burnt my desires for a green spring.
You brought inaugural of hopes and dreams of love.
Expecting cure for the frostbite of December,
I worshipped you.
You ruled the temple of my trust.
But then you swayed them in your storm at last.

Dear April,
I thought you were my beginning to sprinting spring
And my end to the freezing wall.
My new leaf on the barren tree,
Lonely since the last fall.
I wanted time to stop here,
With no more seasons this year.

April, I wanted it to be April every day,
April I'll live you till it's May,

~Jaismita

Silenced

There's deep mourning inside silenced by the cacophony of the outside world tonight,
The ears that heard are dead deaf.
The one that the eyes seek is one with the soil.
The arms that comforted, the hands to hold onto,
Gone.
Trapped in a frame, smiling...
The smile that can never rejuvenate.
The one who dreaded loneliness,
Left alone leaving behind someone lonely.
Loneliness deep down the soil
Is it more than the loneliness deep down the soul?
Is it felt more?

-Jaismita

ET TU BRUTE

The hefty like heart of yours pours down like a cloud...

In the showers of love I am drenched.

The breeze like the nautical soul of yours teases my locks.

I resist touching that petal like lips with the wretched mine.

 I hesitate to let you engulf my torso in your arms.

Myself so skeptic of everything...anticipates in the absence of your love so cruel.

So satanic.

So devilish.

I feel the feeling not so mine.

You not for me but I definitely only yours.

 We travel the road of no destination...

And with every mile I walk with you,

Your footsteps you withdraw.

Amidst the half traveled journey you wish to return. What if so?

What if the showers you drenched me in, fall with thunders that burn me to death?

The rosy lips might just leave bruises on mine.

The arms might just disown me forever.

And all I'll be a rejected soul...

What if?

What if I remain yours and you never could be mine?

I’ll be stranded once again.

My nights will be colder…

And darker.

by Jaismita Alexander

Believe, Believe in Love...

All that remains within,

Lies deep inside.

Unknown truths, real lies.

Like the ups and downs of the raging tide.

Amidst all I feel you,

I feel your presence each moment.

Call it whatever you may,

Love or the fifth holy sacrament.

I am unknowingly entangled in you,

Lost in those passionate eyes.

Believing everything ends in you,

Even your convincing silly lies.

Be it love or your promises,

Be it you or your kisses,

Be it myself or my madness...

I believed it all...

With loving kindness.

Yet all that remains within,

Lies deep inside...

Truths are truths.

Lies are truths.

To this forever I'll abide.

By Jaismita Alexander

War of a Warrior...

Tired and lonely,

I am a warrior,

Tired of carrying the burden of life.

Double a decade in the battle....

I have been fighting alone.

A war against what's wrong,

A war within myself.

A battle between my mind and heart.

Warriors fight, they say.

In the stormy days and in the darkest nights,

Warriors fall and rise.

But they don't quit the battle.

But today I'm tired,

Tired of being the strongest shoulder for myself.

I'm tired of fighting alone.

My eyelids shut to meet with dreams.

My body is scarred by the armour of pretence.

My sword of confidence has turned blunt,

And my shield of hope lies rusted.

I'm a warrior in search of a Knight.

Another shoulder to prove stronger than mine...

So that when I rest my head on it,

My fears within shatter into bits.

A Knight who mends my armour of self confidence,

A sword of resistance....

And a shield of hope.

A Knight to absorb my negativity.

A Knight to fight in my battle.

A Knight to make me rise every time I fall.

Someone I can call "My Knight".

And someone who calls me,

"My warrior."

-Jaismita Alexander