An Oathbound lil child
Chasing dreams wild
Unflappable in stress
Still has to deal with mess
And that mess is me
Still yearns for you to fly not flee
Imperfections meet perfections
My heart knows, you take actions
Blindness takes me over
But can't see you hover
All your hurt to me and my fortune to you
You made my love come true
My beloved enchanted
Never took you for granted
Alas! My heart is fragile
And you're a little more agile
I took it as a curse
In quiet measures it got worse
I was stuck in that black hole
Darkened with every role
But why would I let my mishandling make you suffer?
Between you and your dreams, a buffer
Your life quietly aligns
Amid me and my whines
But but but, it all got unraveled
When I made my pieces together travelled
And then comes a wave of rapture
Dew kissed my heart capture
My heart aches for all the soreness I gave thee
But now these scars sets free.
All the misfortune and evil eyes flee
And again our soul sparks glee.
you make me angry.
you really piss me off.
and yet somehow,
someway,
it is not hate
I feel for you, K.
Never any real topic of conversation
As always she would "eff and jeff"
It is like that feeling of frustration
Which way do l turn right or left
But now though is the realisation
This could be her very last breath
Her unwillingness her limitasion
Either that or she is just plain deaf
What has now become a situastion
It would though seem life and death
If she could again try rehabilitation
Or perhaps get back on the meth
A follow on from a stark reality,chasing the light,and substan e written 2014
The old lady lay on her deathbed
Broken in body and soul,
Those she loved and cared for
Were too far away to call.
The one she despised and blamed
Despite her miseries, tried;
To do what little was possible
As she worried, fretted and cried.
Her house and money were assets
They would be useful she had felt,
They turned to be useless when needed
Cause they themselves could not help.
So fame and money are useless
Until you have people in your life,
Who love you for what you are
And not for the things you have.
Big subdivision.
New houses on ground.
Sitting, just plonked there
with nothing around.
So close together.
How could they cry?
Without the neighbours
wondering why?
It happened before.
On our paddock too.
Homes for others,
all shiny and new.
Some might think,
About times before,
When sun hit the ground
and rain too and more.
The falling of trees
and planting of crops,
The sticks and leaf litter
no longer on top.
The house that I grew in
once wasn’t there,
but I don’t think
that I was aware.
The kitchen, my bedroom
had always been there.
Hadn’t they?
From being the sunshine chaos
To the survival of a walking corpse
From pouring all her seasons to that one friend
To pretending like nothing happened
Chanted the name a million times to her girls
Was curious,excited and never tired of taking calls
The time never occured important
Neither the place nor the content
All shattered once she accepted
That she was never even considered
Little did she know, it was all in her head
She was never special, just not dead.
Hilarious jokes,the never ending roasts
All she ever wanted was a one that lasts
Did it though?
This poem wouldn't have been emerged if it did
Two different worlds they lived
Managed to fit in, quietly adrift.
Thought she could turn the distance into a gift.
The magic was unrequited,
Though it was pointless, she confronted
Pushed through her limits to make it work
Atleast she revered the fading arc...
An obscure panic
Haunts my days in reverie;
Gravity drags me.
A lifetime ago
I could hurl a stone
across the river to land
on the far bank
with a splash. Today,
I let memories slip
from my mind
to see them fall
and send ripples
out across time.
Some catch
the morning sun
and seem to reach
the far edges
of an inner ocean.
Others barely crease
the surface before
sinking, seeking
the concealment
of hidden depths.
Others skip joyously
across the bright water,
fully in the moment.
I ride them, holding on
to their brief flight,
realise that all things
of this world and beyond
are mere disturbances
set upon a vast still.
I do say "Sorry";
My want of sincerity
Drags me down again.
The girl who was once so bubbly,
Who used to speak whatever she felt,
Now she’s like a heated, silent noon
Where no one dares to peep into her soul.
She who was once an amber fountain,
Who could imagine a wilderness of imagery—
How did this soul of meadows
Turn into a garden of thorns?
She who could even write a world,
Whose mighty pen held the colors of a rainbow,
Now, in the spur of a moment,
Has lost all her brightness.
A soul of artistry, abandoned
Under the weight of duties and burdens.
First,
I thought of you as the guy
I had always searched for.
We chatted daily,
and it felt like home to me.
You would write such easy,
great things for me.
And I –
I liked you, really.
And then it happened:
Our first talk.
I had to call you;
we talked about gaming together,
and yes,
we did that too.
The moment I heard your voice,
I came to the realisation
which I feel now all the time:
I want to hear your voice
now, every time.
Which is weird,
because I hate calling people.
It’s awkward if I don’t know
what to say.
The silence is awkward.
But not with you,
I have to say.
With you, silence is scary.
The quiet moments are haunting me;
they show me
how it will be when we hang up,
how it would be
without you.
And that makes me think:
I never want to lose you.
The work is done
with utmost passion
yet results don't come
as per expectations
"Believe in yourself"
"I have always done"
"Be patient!"
"How long I can!!"
The fault seems
not in hardwork
neither in ability
nor dedication
It's where the initial
direction was chosen
"and all this while
I've been...
In the Wrong World"
Utmost excitement
Couldn't erase my dark moments;
Gravity dragged me...
"The more in science we advance,
The more do we grow," you say;
Still, Nature's love, abundance
Forgive us all in every way.
She lessons us to endure
Just like the green grasses do;
We, humans, can't all ensure;
We fail to remain pure and true.
Time's supposed to take all away;
She teaches all how to accept;
Rise and fall, the night and the day
Pass on, as per the global concept.
I can't breathe, I run, I run
In the lap of Nature;
"There'll be the moon and the sun,"
Tells me the Great Teacher.
Life must, must have turns and bends;
Life gifts us melody;
My frail heart now comprehends
There must be threnody.
I used to think blood meant forever,
That family would never hurt you.
“Blood’s thicker than water,” right?
But I take the water—
Wash away the blood,
Remove the red-soaked stains from my life.
Blood thicker than water?
Maybe in another life.
Family—
A word that holds little meaning,
A word they never earned.
They should have been my safe space,
Yet now there’s just an empty space,
A place I no longer belong.
I’m still here,
But they are gone.
I’m the black sheep of the family,
You could say different from the rest.
I never fit, no matter how much
I changed my shape or colour.
I tried to change,
Tried to blend in,
But I hated that I had to pretend—
Pretend to be one of them.
I finally realized maybe the black sheep isn’t bad.
Maybe being different
Is the realest thing this family has ever had.
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