Poems by Raas Shantee

Poems by Raas Shantee

SPRING AGAIN

Dark shadows of my yesterdays may or may not remain. My sheltered days have been stained but may soon come to fade.

I remembered those cold and endless days. Perish the dangerous games I once played— a hellish winter’s masquerade. But in the end…the storms that left me entangled, the heavy price I paid.

Time heals all wounds. Yes…so they say. Look everyone…the seasons have changed.

Now here lies a flower that blooms. My winter turned to spring.

Almost in disbelief…feeling so amazed. Almost like a passing phase. Who ever knew that my frozen soil could ever be fertilized again?

Damn! I can’t believe it’s spring again. Seasons come and go so soon. Wow! Can’t believe it’s spring again!

Can’t believe it’s spring again. HAVE YOU…?

To laugh! To dance! To love! Have you lived? Or have you just survived? Just trying to get by, making it from time to time.

Is today a reincarnation of who you were yesterday? Am I a future plan in the making, soon to be a past memory just thrown away?

Can I finally… Dare to live as I dare to die. And if I am doing neither then what is this? Just existing… Not living.

Trying to get by… making it from time to time.

The endless circles… of my beginning and end. I must, I must, I must be invented all over again.

Like bitter truth… Thrown against my mental walls. My eyes turn towards white lilies just not to face the reality of what I am or I am not to be.

I run into the dark forest alone, where no one else has any meaning. Relating to just a tree… Tall and statuesque, despite the season. For I am still beautiful. For I am to be admired, not to be pitied.

Rain cannot tear down my leaves. Just come what you came here for, and water my damn soil… please.

Await for the sun to soon intervene.

Flesh lies dirty, but my soul remains clean. L.O.V.E.?

If Love is not truly defined it becomes a four-letter word that’s just thrown around from time to time.

Love is not to be taken out of context— mistaken for dependency or mistaken for sex.

Anyone can use it just so freely. Even the one who would soon stab you in the back. They would abuse it so nice and easy. And that’s a fact.

Coming forth with all sincerity. Look you straight in the eye. And just without a moment of clarity, you finally realize that their love was just a lie.

If love is not truly defined, it could leave you deaf, dumb, and blind. Playing on your innocence or ignorance from time to time.

Have your mind caught up in a bind, your heart misled to believing there is truly a happy ending. But oh, how deceiving! When a broken heart is never-mending, hopes and dreams are bending.

You always give but are never receiving… But I thought you only get out what you put in.

So why have I been left with nothing? Just a four-letter word

that once had meaning.