For Jonny

For Jonny....

 

 

 

Because you wear your heart on your sleeves,

It was easy to find without scrutiny and scans

And when friendship was gladly received

That heart rubbed off on me the moment we shook hands!

 

Because your words were a different language,

As you became my gentle tear-wiper

They wrapped around my hurt like a bandage

And taught me to listen to my heart’s messages and decipher

 

Because you see my colours beyond my written black script

Today I will paint you something colourful and creative

For times when our sun is hidden in the eclipse

The scene will be a land called Compassion, to which we are native

 

Because you told me the truest story, humble and honest

Where the hero sometimes has to crawl…

…Through the wood and tree-cluttered forests,

Now I will get to know my rainbow before seeking the pot of gold

 

Because to go the extra mile you were willing to travel

Despite the unfamiliarity and the uncertainty

Now however the future may unravel

Rest assured that on your journeys I shall always accompany!

 

 

 

 Mel XXXXXXX

 

© Melanie Jay Narayanasamy, 2013

 

Sips- A poem about anxiety and panic

By Melanie Jay Narayanasamy

Today I take a sip

The sip of life to my lips

The lump appears as it passes my throat

It must be a coincidence, nothing to note

So the next day it is two more sips

From this drink called life I take to my lips

My vision is blurred, I cannot see far and squint at the closest

While bit by bit I seem to lose focus

But still I must continue, with three small sips

Life proceeds to enter my lips

Past the lump, to my heart it trickles

Draining away I feel so little

It takes another four sips

Of putting this thing called life into my lips

To realise my heart is sinking, down it descends

And I’m getting tired of having to pretend

Five slow and dreaded sips

Of the poisonous life do pass my lips

The toxins filter down to the gut with enthusiasm

And I silently wince as I feel a spasm

One, two, three, four, five, six, counting the sips

A bit faster today, liquid life is upon my lips

And soon it runs to my joints, my ligaments

The pain cannot be medicated, for nothing makes a difference

Seven days of the week and seven sips

Lethal life tingles on my lips

It has me under trial and I know the verdict

For to this drink of life, I am allergic

© Melanie Jay Narayanasamy 2013

MelJayNaray Poem: In Mind

  In mind    By Melanie Jay Narayanasamy 

The cogs always ran a little differently, a little distinct

Sometimes faster, sometimes slower, maybe sometimes they stalled

But somehow they were never really in sync

With the rest of them, though this remained untold

Tick tock, tick tick tick tock and tock tock ticks

No rules as such, no order to which they subscribed

I found a routine programmed to bring about the quick fix

To settle the rising of the agonising vibes

And sometimes one found a little respite from the normalised chaos

What one would call “temporary peace”

A harmonised clearance spreading across

A time to let the forehead lines un-crease

 But somehow the cogs manage to intrude

Restless and needing to interfere and harass

 Distorted ticking and tocking away the mood

Making sure that they were having a blast

One thought niggling within the mind becomes embedded

And then it seems to grow and disperse

Before long, the sharpest of certainties are shredded

And you’re left with a mind un-nursed

And the cogs welcome these newcomers to the ritual

They welcome them with thanks

It is an invitation most cruel

To allow them to partake in the everyday angst

Then what you worried about before is made redundant

Stacked somewhere under a bigger worry

And you wonder how that one was ever pungent,

When this one has created quite a slurry

 A closed mouth cordons off this hazard

For it is not spoken about, not in this life humdrum

And though keeping up appearances can leave you shattered

It is all you can do as the standard tick tocks around you come

The paradox of outer melody and internal shrieks

Both in the same room, co-existing, tormenting the conditions

And the bitter droplets of anguish do eventually leak

From a mind wholeheartedly hoping that someone will listen

© Melanie Jay Narayanasamy 2013

MelJayNaray Poem: Happy Valentine's Day!

Happy Valentine’s Day: Tribute to the Heart

By Melanie Jay Narayanasamy

The heart is a special organ made of gold

With a jewel encrusted exterior and gems installed

It shines in humble glory and happily skips

While offering a truer kiss than from the lips

  
                   

It is the strongest muscle within our skeletal frame  

Always in the running for Cupid’s aim

And even when his arrow misses

It can mend itself from the glitches

A loving beater who makes you whole

It’s a survivor for when life takes its toll

And when you’re lifted, it is in sync

A partner to your emotions, an endless link

Often it ventures out with a mind of its own

But love and goodwill keep it from turning to stone

When infused, it can paint a picture and bring colour to the palest beige

Staying faithful to your soul, it will be forever engaged

So don’t be surprised when they enthuse

That you take care of it and don’t misuse

For to own something so special, I am inclined

To celebrate my heart on this Valentine’s! 

 

 © Melanie Jay Narayanasamy 2013