Chiaroscuro

A white sheet of canvass
Hungers for colour
Awakens with the touch
Of running fingertips
Probing with sweet invitations
Gentle promises of forever-
Become a halo on the head
Easy succumbs mix with fear
And smooth shimmers
Tightens and encloses
Grips with salt and muffled cries
Senses reeling, petals tearing
The bottle pops as reverence shatters
And drips of red run down
On the promiser

A white sheet of canvass
Meant for fine sketches
Of chalks and pastels
By palms of immaculate
At a moment of opportune
Is eternally stained
With burning gradients
Of grey passion
Throbs with veiling techniques
In a climax of strokes and shadows
Pulses of black remorse
A heart sore...
No, not beautiful at all

it's all about you

standing in the midst of a battle
i am a warrior who has lost track of what she is fighting for
always on the quest for gold
bound to make it on top
i keep walking on this endless road
encountering jungles and mazes,
taking a lot of detours and missteps
why do i keep forgetting that it’s all about you?
it’s really all about you...
i dwell in this inevitable loneliness and sorrow
i suffer and struggle through life’s challenges, vexations,
my own inner upheaval and self-made fears...
been looking in front of the mirror for others to see-
a well made-up face…
a pleasing, practiced smile
of a person who is almost dying inside,
who keeps on forgetting
that it is you… it is only you i must please.
often at the mercy of my own pride,
false humility, and extreme foolishness
not really understanding the true meaning of being in your presence.
i never fail to write and tell my own stories with utmost enthusiasm
when there is actually a different story to tell...
a more wonderful story
because it’s all about you...
everything is all about you.
i bask in the glory and tingling feeling-
that vanity, friendships, and material success bring,
all the while ceasing to recall
that it has been about you…all along.
i keep on giving in to my childish illusions and fantasies
every day dreaming of an enviable life
of obtaining that fairy tale love…
of one day looking at the face of a coming knight
failing to remember that it is your face i must seek
that it is you i must wait for…
it’s all about you, jc
it’s not about me
not about me at all…
this is all about you…