Some days

Somedays

Someday I will write my  greatest poem yet
That's the promise I keep making to myself
For each trashy pedantic piece of litany I keep pouring out
As if my heart were so easy
So brazenly cheap.

Self valuation is a fine art taught early on
By loving hearts in whose bosoms you forever rest
If you've never learnt it you will
Sell yourself
Shorter than the night before
Your scheduled heart break.

Because you plan your own doom
When you sell yourself short
It's a post dated cheque and
that's all you've got
But when you walk away from the world returning into yourself
Your heart beats its proudest in 
forlorn state.

True hearts never need to feel ashamed
Their love is their highest stock and its value sets them apart
You cannot bid for what's not on the marketplace
You can only win the love of a self aware heart.

By knowing how love works
Through merciful care
Risking your own
becomes its loveliest dare
Rose petal soft yet stiff as a thorn
This heart resides in your love when
You dwell upon
Only the one.

So meanwhile...
my poems pour out in all shapes and size
With many a boring platitude and a few white lies
That lay waste my days and shame my nights
But my heart knows itself in every
secret sigh.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015