Happy Birthday...Anyway

'Happy birthday...anyway''may the memories fade away''I have no more need for hay'Happy birthday...anyway'

Fingers trembling on guitar chords

Yes, I compose songs

Through tad toils

my feet has kissed many soils

From which gained a thousand spoils

Still my heart boils

On this endless journey of mine

Gold I found, not silver

All rot pearls

I couldn't love

But no! I went on

You moved on!

Just like rainfall in the desert

Just like sunshine in the groove

Just like food in famine

Just like Hadassah to the Jews

I found you

Out of the purple

I saw blues

Crystal clear eyes that burst my boils

Giving me a relief not meant for boys

My feet has kissed many soils

In search for love...

Still my heart boils.

Fine fingered fellow, you were

your finger on the guitar chords

...like mine

you passed me the stethoscope

whilst I rap to your heartbeat

drinking in your smile

like new palmwine...

And the words that from your lips dripped

became my favourite song - 

You... were my favourite song.

'Irreplaceable you are'

You said.

But I'm long flung off your heart

like an abomination...

I was supposed to be your religion

but you swapped gods

I died many times

on the altar of love and sacrifice

but you kicked my 'buts'

and threw tantrums

because I couldn't come...

deep...

I was supposed to be your sleeping and waking 

thoughts...

Or so I thought

History!

that's what you made of me.

Countless times

In one night

Your honey coated lips sweetened my toils

Made the search in desert land worth the toil.

You had me bubbling 

like an Arabian hot spring.

And for the first time in a long while

You became my definition of love.

Love

Love...it hurts...haha

If there be friends

My friendliest you are...

Were?

If there were besties

My best of besties you are...

Were?

I would've stood on the hilltop

And coo like a songbird

That all creation may hear

How I went on a crucial sojourn

In search for something

How I found something

And returned full of nothing.

Because the mode of your operation

couldn't suit my average passion

Pray all mankind plea

That you come bounce back...bitch

But would divinity heed?

Maybe, cuss...that's a sin

From the sky

I sighted a lush land

'Dive I shall'

Told me I

Prayed my landing be soft

That our project succeed

That the galaxies permit

That the design of this

with glistering stars come real

That this dream be reality...

Alas! 

Diamonds don't glow

They reflect.

I thought I had gold,

or was it dirt?

I thought constellations were on our side

Starless night!

I thought the dreams of two

had no option but come through...

Alas

The inscription above the sky

     wasn't mine

       to relish or admire.

I took the jewel of another

I must be jailed so another

might take my place

I think I should hide my face.

Sighs!

But you are loved still

My heart might be made of steel

Yet you splashed the rare care on me

so graciously like it was mine to have.

and melt I did

Heck! The warning signs...

I should've heed!

Sighs!

But were are just tools in the hands of the maker

His perfect purpose prime presides 

over messed up mortal minds.

So while this gulf enlarges

and the bridge sinks

I shall wave a flag still

as the trump of a birth not still

reverberates across this sea

'Happy birthday...anyway'

'may the memories fade away'

'I have no more need for hay'

'Happy birthday...anyway'

It's your birthday

I don't want to hate

so...I'll get off my bed

and as a Song Bird

Sing...

'Happy birthday...anyway''may the memories fade away''I have no more need for hay'Happy birthday...anyway'

#Pengician

#SSA