House of Cards

Oblivious to the sands of time,
I strived to create a visible rhyme.
From the four suits in my upper hand,
A marvel was going to born and stand.

My hopes were high,
my dreams big enough.
I was going to do it
no matter how tough.

But the joker had plans of his own,
And I had no idea of the evil he had sown.

The Evil Joker
As the house was taking the shape of my thought,
A spell of darkness the joker had wrought.

I was near the end; i picked up the final card,
Gloating at my accomplishment like a boffin bard.
I placed the final card and I stepped back to admire.
When suddenly I realised the ground level wasn’t there!

Floating in air like a cloudy dream,
Oh how impossible it seemed!
Then the joker just made then tiniest of sound,
Smothering the castle of my dreams to the ground.

falling house of cards

And there i was, lying on my back.
Surrounded by cards of white, red and black.
With sleep slipping out of my veins,
It was time to be normal again.



There are strings pulling me back all the time,
The hooks at their end digging deeper and deeper,
into my heart, hurting and bleeding ceaselessly,
with each falling grain in the hour-glass of life.

Delicate strings, each important, just like a bird needs wings.
Some with time, have grown into lace,
Some have been knotted up into a mess.
Too many weights to drag behind,
I snapped some strings and to them turned blind.

Numerous strings have been ruthlessly pulled out,
some of which had become too stout.
Despite all that crimson flowing out of the breaks,
Cruel hands didn’t stop to think if it was a mistake.

Some other strings I’ve held on to dearly,
Tied them back when they had snapped nearly.
And some other strings simply snapped on their own,
when the test of time had made them too worn.

Few strings always have been there, permanent and infinite.
Growing out of the heart, with no hooks in sight.
And even though all these strings have left my heart all sore,
It never stopped yearning for more.