MASS1001 : An Ultimatum from a Broken Heart

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title : An Ultimatum from a Broken Heart

Stanza 1

beforetimes..
with the reference,
from the book of the recorded
memories,
you are narrated,
as a heart-rekindler,
you ignite every of my unvoluntary
actions,
oh,such magic you have got.


Stanza 2

But now,
as the wind pass by,
you have changed,
completely to a so-and-so figure,
to my very naked eyes,


Stanza 3

i shan't tolerate at any cost,
not at this rate,
knowing it's too late for such turning back.


Stanza 4

beforetimes,
your words used to be,
a heart-rekindler,
well yeah, i love you,
swallowing your words,
should somehow be on my daily on-list routines back then.


Stanza 5

but my words seemingly,
to be so-and-so,
nothing but a forsaken whisper,
to your naked heart.


Stanza 6

even when i wailed at such high
pitch,
like a delighted proffesor,
who has proved the accuracy of his
theory.


Stanza 7

it doesn't even sublimes,
your deepest interest to it,
so sad,
your heart is too blind,
to listen to those stone-wall cries ,
from my heart,



Stanza 8

Your words are sometimes,
too chewy to chew,
too bitter to swallow,
too harsh to allow,
it somehow make this heart
becomes kind of too narrow,


Stanza 9

a silent killer defines you best,
as you always strike at my chest,
narrowing every of the oxygen
chambers,
that i have possesed.


Stanza 10

should thou art to be an old-timer,
regular merchant,
in this heart-tormenting deals,


Stanza 11

remember,
life is like a wheel,
one day,
just you wait,
you will somehow,
eat back all the lies,
you have embodied,
in my used-to-be vulnerable heart,


Stanza 12

but that was like,
a zillion years ago,
now i'm far bridge matured,
to withstand to such overwhelming
lies,
oh, you can't besiege me now!


Stanza 13

willy-nilly,
the vocabularies that you instilled,
are to be facing,
some sort of permanent deletion,
in my newfangled dictionary,
in a nick of time,
just you wait ,
till i announce the obituary of
your rotten words.


Stanza 14

face the music,
accept the inexorable aftermaths,
for i'm sure you can feature some
resisting sort of force.


Stanza 15

well, i seemingly to be knowing,
of the veracious truth,
ain't you are,
a rogue of delinquent?


Stanza 16

think i'm sweet?
Not so sweet!
Wicked shall be fit for real,
for my in-mind middle name,
it's far cry adequates me,
for some real things,
but denied by such ignorance,
i have possessed back then.


Stanza 17

i shall now bury your deceased rhetorical
words,
far away to where no mankind,
could be affected by it.


Stanza 18

like a witch doctor,
who enclosed the genie,
he happened to beat,
in the yellow-cotton-coiled carafe.


Stanza 19

solely an ad-hoc for nothing,
but to be thrown in the open-wide
sea,
obscured for good reason,
till the very end.


Stanza 20

In the name of Lord,
who has created you,
please repent,
or else,
i'll hire some hit-men,
to strike back,
in the very centre of your face!




completed at 12.50 a.m 11 May 2010

by Mohamad Azhaari Shah.