Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home

 

I have found the one, my estate

A place I call my Home Sweet Home

It is you, my love, beyond the gate

Your love is the shelter within which I roam

I was a homeless wanderer carrying a burden

The ice on my skin battling with a ripped shawl

Fractured dreams made the hope uncertain

Until I came across the window to your soul

The sight was magical, I was welcomed

Captivated by a vision real, not illusory

Offered a cup of warmth to ease the feelings numbed

With a place to plant and flourish what I used to bury

A cushion for my weary head and to absorb my worries spilt

Located in your heart ready, inflated and plumped

Your arms so mighty yet gently cover as a quilt

 How I’m glad I was not gazumped!

For to stay in this sanctuary for a time eternal

Where the foundations are sturdy and secure

Nourished by your continuous flow of loving thermal

Forever will always be a pleasure behind our door

Renovations are never needed for who could rival our colours?

The shades that before this union never were

Unlocked when you chose my key over the others

Now we have a rainbow that will never blur

And in spite of the mansions and palaces that dazzle for the elite

The ones with the sparkling taps of chrome

They do not hold a candle to a home this sweet

The one that will forever be my Home Sweet Home

© Melanie Jay Narayanasamy 2012

When I was a caterpillar

 A poem dedicated to those special Angels on Earth... Inspired by the song "You needed me" written by Randy Goodrum :http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/You_Needed_Me


When I was a caterpillar  by Melanie Jay Narayanasamy ˚˚*✳✩◦.¸¸ღ.◦°˚*◦.¸¸.◦☼°✯

When I was a caterpillar shut in a cocoon.
You convinced me to become a butterfly with your gentle tune


When I sought gold inside a treasure case,
You showed me where to find jewels in the murky waste


When the darkness of night arrived to leave me lonely and glum,
You sang me a lullaby as I waited for the dawn to come


When I had nowhere to sow my seeds and I desperately made a wish upon the stars,
I woke to find you’d brought me a vase


When my spirits fell like the leaves of autumn,
You led them to dance with a rhythm that you’d taught them.


When a cloud invaded the space upon where my hopes were centred,
You beamed the Sun’s ray until the grey relented


When to the beat of life, my heart disobeyed,
You revived it by coming to its aid


When my happiness was stolen in a heist,
You had your own smile sacrificed


When the stars disappeared from the solar system,
The sparkle in your eyes told me that I wouldn’t miss them


When I didn’t know what to do and my senses were ripped,
Into my hand you placed a script.


When my masterpiece was neglected and torn,
Your fingers re-crafted it from the sketches you’d drawn


When I didn’t know which way to go, my direction lacked,
You became a compass to steer me somewhere exact


When into selfish waters I became immersed,
The float of your heart put me first


When my flowers wouldn’t flourish and their petals dried,
You found them a formula from where water and love collide


When I was riddled and left confused,
You found the solution without the clues


When enemies came chasing with sharpened knives in the hunt,
You made the blades round and blunt


When the ice on my skin refused to thaw,
You begged the fearsome fire to roar


When the walls were up and everybody I shunned,
You reminded me to keep the lock on my heart undone


When carelessness stripped my wings with a cut,
Your arms covered the feelings that left me inadequate


And when I beg to go with you as you ascend,
You will tell me a secret shared only by friends


You’ll say “some stars in the sky are made from special souls’ dust,
So rest assured, there twinkling above will be one made just by us”

© Melanie Jay Narayanasamy 2012

Climbing a mountain

This is a poem I have written for the band Times Red. Times Red missed out on a place in the live shows of The X Factor (UK, 2012). I, like many others, felt that they deserved to be on a stage projecting their passion and creative talent to millions. However, that destination still exists as does the journey to get there; it is just a different route. It is still attainable and achievable because their gift is so special that it generates inspiration on many levels. My latest poems are a testament to this. Thus where better to distribute more inspiration than from the top?  
 

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The journey in pursuing our goals could be compared to climbing a huge mountain with the prospect appearing overwhelming and at times we may question whether it is all worth it. If our heart is the compass, then I say follow that path. Small steps may seem feeble given the task ahead but it is important to forget with every step, you edge nearer to fulfilling that dream. Moreover, in my experience, the encounters you deal with at the bottom make elevation to the top all the more sweeter and generate a real sense of achievement. I know that Times Red have the right attitude which is why when they stand at the top of the mountain, I will look forward to the pride in their smiles. I hope this poem is a great support and encouragement to them and I also would like it to help everyone who has big journeys ahead. 

A special mention also goes to the amazing supporters of Times Red ~  the super TRed Family ~ whose cheers are melodies to provide the fuel for the lads to keep going ~ and I'm proud to know and be part of them! Therefore I dedicate this poem also to the delightful TReds and their amazing #Tredication XXXX

CLIMBING A MOUNTAIN  By Melanie Jay Narayanasamy
 

You found a mountain you want to climb

One small step taken at a time

Use the strongest sturdiest shoes

Have them on as you join the queues

All in good time, this journey is not a race

Venturing into the unknown can bring a sour taste

Even though the person who won Gold sneaks and cons

Cherish the integrity of your Bronze

Light steps on the first day, deeper ones since,

Install a message in your footprints

Maybe you’ll need a break so as you stop to settle

Beam your light to let those at the top know you’re special

Emerge with your heart as the compass, your spirit as your lens

Deterring from your own path only leads to murky ends

At times when the elements turn against you, their hospitality is a fraud

Be united and let shared determination be your sword

In the coldness of spite and the attempts to hurt us

Generous shelters come from fulfilling our purpose

My goodness, look how far you’ve already come!

On a journey that's made a melody from a guitar strum

Unless one knows the ground and takes a route unique

No one can ever attempt to befriend the peak

Take one small step to begin,

And later look within,

I tell you that before the clocks have chimed,

Now you will see that it was a mountain you have climbed!

© Melanie Jay Narayanasamy 2012

  (Check out what the first letter of each line in the poem spells out ~ 3/ 4/ 7/ 1/ 3/ 8)

 

The jigsaw piece

THE JIGSAW PIECE By Melanie Jay Narayanasamy


One day I found a little jigsaw piece on the floor,

All I could do was look and stare.

It didn’t look like anything I’d seen before…

Its shape was strange -neither rectangle nor square.



Eventually I picked it up to observe,

Looking at every detail with a fine tooth comb.

It had funny little crevices and silly curves,

Still I made it my task to find it a home!



I grabbed hold of jigsaw boxes and raided,

It had to belong in one of these!

But as time went on my hope faded,

For it didn’t fit inside them with any ease.



Arranging puzzles on the table flat,

I tried to make it become part of a cloud,

But it really didn’t like that

For it was one piece too many and made it a crowd!



I moved onto a jigsaw puzzle of a summer’s day,

I pushed it in then turned it on its side,

But no matter how hard I tried it wouldn’t stay,

And to my efforts it wouldn’t abide!



Into every nook and cranny, the piece I tried to persuade,

I considered sticking it with glue or tape,

Or perhaps cutting it with a sharp blade,

To turn it into a better shape.



I tried to snip and aimlessly fussed,

How I wanted it to look, I wasn’t sure,

And as I reflected on why I wanted it to adjust,

It fell out of my hand and landed on the floor!



And so it returned to how we’d been introduced,

This strange piece before my eyes,

Unrestricted, liberated, loose…

Not hindered by any ties!



In my vision renewed,

The piece appeared different somewhat,

And I considered that it really would be quite rude,

To dictate what it should be and what it should not.



To its presence I got quite used,

So upon the floor it took its place,

And I felt my heart get a boost,

As I realised that fitting it elsewhere would be quite a waste!



When the next day had come,

I woke with a feeling most serene,

But the jigsaw piece to which I’d become accustomed,

Was nowhere to be seen!



And I reflected that perhaps a transformation had
occurred,

Though it was not about altering that jigsaw piece,

For since my selfish visions had become blurred,

The clarity with which I see has increased.



And within the depths of my soul,

Deep in my heart inside

I believe that is where the jigsaw piece is installed,

Right at the point where ignorance died!



A foolish attitude and a misguided cut,

Takes precious beauty and selfishly wrecks.

But I will be sure to make an effort,

To treat better the jigsaw piece I see next!

© Melanie Jay Narayanasamy 2012