I'm Not Insane

I can end wars with a wave of my hand,
My slightest wish has known to part ocean or land,
Bone and muscle toil to keep me in check,
But the insolent child of the mind that I am,
Would I bother to listen to these mortal elements?
Would I?
So I've learnt and taught you as well,
That it's all about not giving a damn

I can wipe your tears away,
The next instant I could make your biggest fears forever stay
I could cajole you with soft words of love and request,
Or rudely mock you as part of my weekly jest

Sometimes I feel like grabbing you close and making out with you till the break of dawn,
And at times I feel I should leave you to die and just carry on
I help you light hope's warm fire in dark cold times
But simultaneously chill you to the bone with my twisted rhymes

I think and plan for you, and me, and our wonderful future together, never apart
But I also plot and scheme to ensure I have your worst interests at heart
I can offer you help being your accomplice and only true friend,
Or plunge a knife into your heart, making way for your end

See, I'm being dead honest right now with you,
Yet there is so much more you haven't the slightest clue to.....


Now don't think I'm insane
really, I'm not
That's a common mistake

From where I come,
They call me insanity.......

The Secret to Harmony

Blank pages of a blank book
Scream silently
Howling for attention
From the owner,
Either too drunk or too hung-over
Reeling in merry-making or its aftermath
Unaware his end does loom near,
Or could.

He's rich
Got a big car
And more women he can handle
Who couldn't care for him less
Yet they get a lot of what they want from him,
And vice-versa
He's well versed with these dynamics,
For he's not a fool
Yet he lives on
Loving
Not his life, but the fact that he doesn't hate it

The pages meanwhile, too,
Grow selfish
Drawn by the need to feel wanted
And ironically, loved.
They plead
To be
Touched, fondled, caressed or ravaged by ink violently spurting forth,

Anything.

They haven't got it in a while.

Pleased that he is wanted
The man colors the book blue
With meaningless doodles
And words which mean little

The book's happy
So is he

Everyone's got what they wanted
So now you know the secret to harmony..