| To Have Not | Days go by...sunny, warm days.
But I'm cold inside, wanting to see you.
I want to understand what changed.
Without that, I'm stuck in cold, damp rains.
\How can you turn on me so fast?
Why can't I make a moment last?
You are in my head all... | Monal Patel |
| To Have | The day you left me,
it was like a mystery.
You never let me in.
Your heart I could never win.
\You did me wrong,
how can I be strong?
You took something out of me,
and I am trying to forget your touch...
\The time we spent remains in... | Monal Patel |
| Moscow. | i adore you, come back to me
moscow, i implore you, you ruined me.
moscow, you confound me, astound me, and impound me.
moscow, i love you, and i hate you, and i have... | Monal M Patel |
| Bleached. | In living,
I have become bleached,
and tainted by a seething existence.
Daily, I creep farther away from who I am,
and what was known to others,
and for others
as me.
Thought by thought I progress-
to a new understanding of self and esteem. ... | Monal M Patel |
| Wasteland | Perplexed sitting
Beneath sunlight
In the early morning
Shades on, hiding
My eyes which tell
The story of an addict.
Dazed wondering
The purpose of my actions
Hindered blazing
My path before me.
Erasing a future yet
To come
Only for a... | Monal M Patel |
| An Accident In Paradise | Desire creeps past,
tumultuous, uninhibited desire,
that which seeps into the skin
corroding the very soul.
It creeps past the unrelenting darkness,
marred by a seething compulsion,
to scathe an innocent bystander.
Innocence creeps further. ... | Monal M Patel |
| Lustmania | Love and like are hard ...
In trying to make a connection,
Decipher through the muddy shard
Of broken mirror from my Iast attempt,
At taking my heart out of its overzealous guard.
Scared of what I become
In this hazy trance,
That questions my worth... | Monal Patel |
| Rosewater |
Enter rose water. The sentinel.
Cascading over me like the Maui surf.
Protect me, for vultures lurk around me.
Sweet, billowy fragrance, you encapsulate my mind drops.
Rose water drops from your flowers.
Delicate, ... | Monal Patel |
