Long Mistery Poems
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The real-life picture of mom,
hanging in the neat and cosy living-room
gleams like the smile of Mona Lisa;
her hazel,cheerful eyes radiate
when there isn't enough light to compensate,
her brown hair matches the red gardenia
in the rosy,intrinsic background,
hiding a mistery yet to be found..
If Leonardo Da Vinci created that painting
to satisfy his self-gratification,
I invent words,in a different time,
to describe her gracefullness
with a deserved adulation;
a mother who never achieved great awards
or prouded herself of independence;
love,patience,endurance and indisputable faith
were the virtues that made her so unique,
and none of those implied criticism...
Very often when I'm overtaken by sadness,
she towers over me like an impregnable fortress:
with the confident smile of a Mona Lisa,
so spontaneous without a sign of malice...
to break the silence of an unspoken voice;
to inspire and motivate me again with thoughts
that lay dormant until they awake again
on the battered waves of my imagination...
I knew her better,the stranger she was
Loving and caring,above all... understanding
A moment with her,a guaranteed happiness
Her voice in the morning, pleasing to the ears
A dose for the heart, prescribed by the doctor
I saw her in my dreams,we had not met in person
Her image in my head,was it just a vision?
The thoughts in my mind, brought a smile to my face
Gave joy to my heart,the effect she had on me
I couldn't see her face,she kept hiding in the dark
Her identity was a mistery,a puzzle to solve
Her life like a jungle,I got lost in it
She was standing on my way
Was this misdirection?
She then turned around,I looked into her eyes
And the answers to my questions,just started to flow
I saw her true colours,a fact I couldn't accept
My heart just felt cold,as my whole body froze
Why does pain hurt,
Why does being restless evoke the mind to undergo seizures of human revoke,
Why is the smile on my face plastic, I can feel it melt to the floor like drip drop,
Why is believing you want me so hard to believe,
And why do I feed myself selfish lies to calm my nerves,
My eyes are open but clearly not wide enough to have my brain pick out my flared sockets,
Why is a question with unanswered answers,
Why is a question that leaves me bothered and I still wonder why!
My ears hear squeaking noise, not very sure if it’s a rat or a man or a woman,
Speech released from your rolled tongue into a thousand forms,
Your actions speaking plain and confusing,
See understanding is easy but overthinking is an art that leaves me paralyzed,
You paralyze me from the waists down, I would probably beg you to hold me before my fall,
But I would probably realize that you were never here at all,
Silly girl, you are not heartbroken, you just read the situation harder than e-wall would hit that wall,
Silly girl you do not understand issues of the heart, chemistry broken down in meth, alcohol is not the solution they say but that’s my chemistry!
Our chemistry!
Silly boy, you made her fall hard, and left her without a lie, and expecting her to smile and say goodbye,
You made her want to leave you, you say you did her a favor, a favor of zero flavor her taste buds were inflamed by the time she left you,
Silly boy now you miss her and can’t come round to convince your mind to carry out the actions of your heart to win her back,
Why you forced her to leave you is a mistery not yet unraveled by your own nonsensical brain cells,
Why is a question with no broken mirror, two sided maybe but it’s an unending question with a fairly non quizzical answer that alsways turns out to be questionable,
Why,That’s a question that will leave me bothered,
So many versions that will probably leave a broken girl scared,
And a sad boy in the sad dark,
And all we can ask is why.
You strong and
untammed youth of
yesterday, tramping
under your feet the
fears of yester-years,
why now did you
think twice?
Those days when
your blood were hot
like lava, and pure
burning bristle flashes
forth from your eyes,
what is it that has
corb you?
Mightly youth of
yesterday, you who
set coals ablaze with
just the breathe of ur
nostrils, when you
give forth your
roar,with voice
echoing like the
thunder of angry
gods, oh who dared to
stand? But why now
are you calm?
When your blood
ranges within your
vains, tempesting and
thossing like a
troubled sea, who
was there to contain
you? None.
Why now oh youth
once filled with
valour,fame and
strength did you
tremble before give
birth mare words and
leaning on a mare
staff before to you
as straw, for balance
and support?
Oh youth of
yesterday, your
mortal nature escape
you, but age is back
frm exile ,blessing you
with every vile
mistery and each bile
feeling you escaped at
youth.
Dear youth, still fresh
like tender dew, don't
be drunk with the
wine of youth,
someday old age will
return from exile.
What a roller coaster it has been
The ups and downs and the in-betweens
We laugh, we cry , we shout and scream
We walk, we run, we hope and we dream
We we're tested by times and it's rough
And moments when we thought of giving up
Though imperfect and at times full of mistery
I wouldn't change a thing in this love story
Sure we hesitated once or twice
Doubting ourselves, scared to cast the dice
But we learned to walk blindfolded in the dark
Knowing this adventure is no easy stroll in the park
It feels surreal being in this journey with you
Until now, seems too good to be true
But damn! I wouldn't have it any other way
Wouldn't trade it for anything at any given day
Yes, we have a long way to go
But look how far we've gone
With each mistake, we learned and we grow
We used to be two but now we're one
A decade of tears, joy, and learning
Of struggles, defeat and of winning
Looking forward to the crystal, silver, ruby and gold
Still holding hands, together til we're old
_______________________________
To my wonderful husband..
Happy 10th anniversary ..
Cheers to more beautiful years together
The forest's hill is high,
not rocky,infertile or steep;
colorful and fragrant flowers
adorn its grassy slopes without gleam,
breathing among the fallen trees
as the ravens scrutinize and sigh...
My warm forehead is sticky,
and ready to drip sweat;
it's almost the end
of July as I observe
a brisk,yellow canary
seeping the pond's misty
and stagnant water laying beneath
the huge branches of a white oak...
Some raindrops hit my uncovered head,
I look up the the hazy sky
for sure signs of unpleasant weather
to end the unaccomplished task
of exploring nature in all its wonders
and strange mischievousness;
but despite the sensed danger,
I continue this very short jeourney...
Oftentimes I have ridden down
this bridle's path,where alone,
I have wittnessed changes in scenery:
gliding green tree-tops invaded by sunlight,
so brilliantly enticed by mistery,
and visible from the blazing sky...
My curious glance extends to the very end
of the stupendous and dense forest
to capture the shining rays of light, at noon,
penetrating deep through patches of blue;
and unlikely the trails of falling stars that
hold our breath in inspiring awe and fade,
they awaken a sense of wonderment
and admiration for such an enlightenment...
On a clear crisp morning
All was quiet and still
Suddenly without warning
A scream that will make you ill
The house lit up like Blackpool
And all around was concerned
People running like crazy fools
To where screams were heard
It was the master of the house
As dead as a winters leaf
Everyone started to crowd
All was in disbelief
A knife pushed into his back
But who wanted him deceased?
What was the motive of the attack?
With whom did he disagree?
Was it his unfaithful wife?
Or the butler that she loved?
The maid had access to knives
And his son was wearing gloves
A very stern person was he
Constantly ranting and growl
Could have been anybody
Who knows that angry frown
One window was broke inside
So someone without a key
The gardner was out of sight
So could it be he?
"Call the police" was a cry aloud
"Let them work it out instead"
Who is it? they have to be found
Before we find another dead
A hollow bang echoed aloud
The grim looking butler answered
"The police are here" was the shout
"Hello hello hello what have I heard?"
"He's dead" the wife cried
Taking out his magnifying glass
He drew his chalk line
Reassuring them we'll solve this fast
He examined all occupants
While scratching his head
The wife and main servant
Were together in bed
The gardener was on holiday
Traveling over the moor
The maid was getting changed
With the son peeping through the door
Taking a closer look he realised
It was his own hunting knife
His boots weren't properly tied
He fell and took his own life
A case of accidental suicide
What about the broken window?
I hear you simply ask
It happened during the fall
His hand was full of glass
With that he packed his tools
"My job here is complete"
Mistaking them all as fools
Because it's hard to believe
As ths police arrived very quick
Also He was alone
His methods were too slick
Covering tracks of his own
I'll let you decide if you think
he's the guilty one in the home
From the deepest shadows
To my hidden sorrows
In a land full of disease
Where the fire cannot cease
A place where a lonely sin
Desire within
Hunts my lust
Throwing me into the dust
And when I wake up from your dream
Wishing you'd be my greatest sin
I lose my actions and my destiny
My desire to be your mistery
And bow upon my chosen fate
And my desire to be your mate
And now a lonely child is born
With no desire to watch ****
Society bans him
With the desire to be mean
He desires Everything
But there is no such thing
He outsmarts Everyone
Yet he loves No One
He commited greatest sin
To have no desire within
Loneliness and lack of passion
Made his heart enjoy no fashion
But there is someshe in his brain
One she which fights in vain the pain
Killing the beast which has the right
To have his life and throw no light