Chivalry is Dead.

Chivalry was killed!

And who is to be accused as the murderer?

Fathers did not teach their sons how to charm or even respect women.

Mothers did not teach their girls not to believe every word a guy says.

Girls mistake a compliment for chivalry.

While guys think they are real charming if they can make a girl laugh.

Chivalry died the moment flirting turned physical.

Chivalry is class, chivalry is decent:

Two things that women of today have forgotten to look for in a man.

But why would they remember if they don't think it exists at all.

Mind you, chivalry is not over rated.

Expecting chivalry of a man isn't wrong; it’s expecting him to be a man.

You might think I'm crazy talking about chivalry in this age.

But as the word really refers to knights of the medieval age,

Chivalry is a man’s shining armour.

Maybe that's what the world really needs, knights in shinning armour.

The world needs Men.

I've Forgotten What The Rain Felt Like

Somewhere through the seasons, I've forgotten what the rain felt like.

And now I sit by the window
waiting for the clouds to burst.

The summer was important, I had to feel it.

I deserved to feel it, didn't I?

The sun is as much mine as it is yours.

I’m not really sure if I should have forgotten what the rain felt like though

Maybe when I chose not to remember it, my reasons were good enough.

But now, here I am wishing it will just pour down and be okay.

The rain was always welcomed by me. It will be this year too.

But it will be welcomed with more festivity within me.

For the heat wasn't felt only by the ground.

I've never anticipated the rain so much before.

Maybe the summers been here too long and I've tired myself out.

Maybe, I hated the summer

and just made myself believe that I needed it and that it was mine to have.

I guess I forgot that I loved the rain more deeply than any other.

The summer has dried everything up, from the fields and trees of laboring farmers

to the memories and desires of dehydrated hearts.

I wait in eagerness to dance like a peacock in the rain.

Cause I have forgotten what it felt like.

And when the first drops fall I will rejoice and be rejuvenated.

And I will be reminded of what I felt like when the rain fell.

Credit: Linda Baptista
(Check out her blog: LinLit)

The Mighty Storm and A Weak Heart

The thundering grew harsher while the land gave way.

Soil cracked open and for death made way.

The might of the clouds, destruction was hell-bent.

The weakest of hearts were but heaven sent.

Turmoil took over and darkness swallowed the land,

Weak heats searched for shelter in otherwise barren sand.

Struck not just by lightening but the indifference they showed

To the sun. And the warmth of the days they ignored.

The weaker they grew the stronger was the storm.

For these hearts saw no light or even hope of a day that’s warm.

But that’s what happens when you keep your heart in the dark too long.

It succumbs to its weakness and thinks it can never be strong.

Teach your heart to believe that there’s sunshine after the rain

And that with every storm that comes its way, there’s joy after the pain.

Back to Summer Paradise

Take me back to the day
When eyes met and hearts spoke.
Take me back to a year ago
And make time stand still.

Take me back to a certain sunset
And remind me of the moon
That shone that particular eve.
And then stop right there and that is the last I will believe.

Bring me back to this day here.
And let me be in the darkness about the days I lived in fear.
And only remember the twilight I recall from back then
When first words were spoken and left to comprehend.

Erase the days that let lust creep in.
Remove from my memory the words I wish I had said.
Don't take away, but a love that had set in.
Let her, behind shadows, love and live!

Take away only the bad
And leave to my memory the good and the glad.
As then I was, let me be,
On this day, a year ago, when two hearts met and they were all that I could see.

Time Traveler

Time Traveler, Time Traveler,

Hold my hand.

And Take me some place,

My past, please, a different land.

Time Traveler, you know well

Where I want to be right now.

So don't fool around and waste anytime

I want to say something to a someone somehow.

I have a message from the me of the future

To tell to the me of the years gone by

Time Traveler, you're bugging me alright!

Can't you go any faster, before it's night!

I need to tell her not to be afraid,

To love and to love some more.

Time Traveler, she believes in fate

How I wish she would just know...

That her future is as she wants it to be.

Not to worry, not to worry.

For, now, I know she sits in distress

Thinking, of life, shes made a mess.

Time Traveler, if you don't hurry up,

She will tie that noose and finish me up.

Time Traveler you're a devil, how I wish I knew.

That the future won't ever reach the past to warn a younger you.

Heart Menders Society

We are not a new cult.
Neither are we here to make a name.
Heart menders clean up after heart breakers.
Once a heart breaker has done the damage, a heart mender is the only person who can repair it.
Some people are born heart menders. Others join us.
Many a times, it's the broken hearted that turn heart menders.
Heart menders are experienced.
They know what the heart goes through and what the heart needs.
Heart breakers are not our enemies.
And this is no business.
The society of heart menders don't even have a governing body.
Their hearts are their governors.
Heart menders are people who probably had to mend their own hearts once
And experience for themselves what it feels like and how sometimes scars don't heal.
Heart menders understand this and they've grown from it.
Heart menders have just as much of a life as you do.
But they go out of their way to make sure your heart is okay.
For, god forbid, a heart breaker tears u apart,
A heart mender will come by to fix you up.
The process is slow and you may not feel her presence.
But your heart mender is working, slowly and silently.
The heart mender is your friend and she stays no matter what.
Unlike the one who left u, heart broken and all.
Don't be shocked not to know a heart mender at all.
Sometimes she works from inside,
Closer to the damage than anyone else.
Who else can reach there better than her?
It's her territory, it's her mending space.
Your heart mender is closer than you think she is. Let her heal you.

He couldn't hold a book

It wasn't an abnormality, the fact that he couldn't hold a book.
He just wasn't made that way, to be found in a bound nook.
But give him a screen and watch him go
Like a wizard his eyes moved as he clicked to and fro.

He watched a class full of bookworms as they were called
And he stood out, not ashamed of being walled.
He knew no poems or great authors by their names.
But ask him about developers of many an online game.

"Tech savvy" is what they called him
Sadly, sometimes it was "a nerd"
But he said they didn't know what it's like
To tweet freely like a little bird.

He said his world was more vast than any of their books put together,
He said they wouldn't know the joy of the world at the tip of a finger.
Why couldn't this boy hold a book in his hand?
No one knew and no one bothered to understand.

He found no joy, they way the others could
He saw nothing like it, the way they understood.
He said he belonged to the future and was probably born too early.
He said he needed to travel there and thus embarked on a journey.

Into his virtual world he climbed,
Goodbye bookworms, goodbye little minds.
Off he was to a far away land.
Where there existed no books to hold in a hand.

The Fury of a Patient Woman

Don't try her patience, no matter how patient she may be.
Invite her anger, invite her fury unknowingly.
She won't bite you head off, be grateful for that.
Beware, though, of her words, that may throw you down flat.

The fury of a patient woman is not seen through the naked eye.
It's better kept that way than to trigger it and ask yet to die.
Don't think you can take advantage of the patience that's one of a kind.
Don't be stupid enough to think your ignorance she won't mind.

A patient woman is not born, she is made.
Trust her then to be on a sunny day, your only shade.
Dare you are ungrateful of her kindness and love,
Fury will thrust you down by the rays of the sun above.

And last but not the least, don't think her patience will make her wait
For you, and for you to know who to love and hate.
Love her for who she is and appreciate her patience from within.
Save yourself from the mighty dread of the Fury of a Patient Woman.

She's Staying, He's Sure

Shes staying because she wants to.
I didn't have to ask her to stay.
Shes staying of her own accord.
She really wants to be here, for me.
She's different, she's not like the ones who waited,
who thought they were doing me a favor,
who stayed because I wanted them to.
She's staying because she has found reason to stay.
And she says its me.
She isn't like them.
They stayed long enough to have me attached.
They loved and they promised forever.
Forever didn't last more than a year.
But she, she chose to stay, forever.
and for her, forever means just that.
I've loved one too many,
only to watch them leave when they had to.
Hope was fading and I could never love the same anymore.
But she's staying and I think she deserves ten times my love for it.
I love her. Because she stayed and showed me that true love stays.