We’ve been apart for too long, my dear.
And lately, amidst these weird conversations
Between my heart and the horizon
on your side of the world, I wonder—
Why my thoughts
Are so drawn to you,
Even though I have felt sheer pain
From us being so far
From each other,
For which partly I and partly you
I feel guilty
to be thinking about my petty misery
Amidst your never ending storms,
But Still my pain persists,
And I wonder
If it’s your heart reflecting in mine,
Telling me to reach out to you,
Or it’s just how broken dreams feel.
You’ve shut yourself from me
To save yourself or me
from a certain misery,
And here we are
Me in the misery of longing,
And you…I can only wonder.
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Hey, I think
I may want to spend
the rest of my life with you.
For the way you flirt,
it works with me,
Wherever with you,
I feel I belong.
I don’t have to rattle
my mind for wittier diction,
for your contended smile
seems inspired enough by my daily wit.
Your need for space and intimacy
public displays of affection
catch me off guard,
in a very flattering way,
for sometimes even I can’t get enough of you.
Your behavior is now
and that’s a good thing because
it saves me a lot of anxiety.
I know that we are somehow intimidated
by so much that we know
of each other’s scars and mothers,
but I am ready to live with the risk
of you holding that knowledge
against me at times
than to live without knowing the rest of you.
P.S. – A shout out to Poets United for the platform they provide for so many poets and readers to get together and celebrate their love for poetry.
and also, this is my 50th Post (yeyee..!!) , so thank you all for being part of this journey of our common love for written words..
I sit with a pen in my hand,
my mind spaced out,
eyes dreamily gazing at nothing
but the waves in the depths of my thoughts,
that arise, climax and then
fade away at the shore of my imagination
soaking in every single treasure
of truth and wonderment
like a paintbrush. I heed to my being
and bow to my imagination
to paint all their vividness
in a story to be told.
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Help me behold the beautiful sun
smell the wonderful smells
hail the courage to find my truth
and tell my insecurities Goodbye
for the good of my own soaring heart
for its natural course is a free fall of faith and compassion
for the acts and dreams of all including
my daughters sisters and fathers
Let my fears be the compass for my path ahead
than letting them turn into arrogance
of a self-proclaimed power on the souls of else.
Guide me away from wasting my precious time
in controlling another’s reign
and to see humor in life
For this beautiful day won’t return
and this strength would burn
So inspire me to run while I’ve got my breath
and run far and free
for the mysterious horizons I secretly long for.
P.S.:- Here’s to the hope of us realizing the importance of allowing ourselves and others, the courage and humor to follow one’s bliss and instincts so that we have more free-thinkers and creatives and less mediocre slaves of the society.
I am doing a 30 Days series of Poems on ‘Humanity’… This is my poem for Day 14 (Will soon edit and post the poems for rest of the days.) (Poem for Day 13 is here.)
children of the sky
the Caravan of sun
brings the parade
and with it
The hope blooms
as comes orange
soft and fuzzy like a fur coat should be
I let it spread all over me like love
speck by speck, inch by inch
savor it cherish it
on my finger tips my nose
my toes my entire being
We connect we play
it walks I follow
it runs I chase
but then it really starts to run home
I pursue but can’t keep up
my heart gasps and flutters
like a lover losing time
like a fish pulled out of water
I deliriously start grabbing snatching
putting handful of what’s left of it
in my mouth my heart my head
and wherever else I hope it would stay
that’s when reality hits me
and I stop
Exhale grief like a helpless child
watching his sand castle
washing into nothingness
hope flies fear knocks I run for cover
and try to bolt the door
the devil creeps in
sinister wind claims the throne
mad with new power
hissing in my ears
spreading like a creeper from my edges to my core
which cracks and oozes the spring of my weakness
that I try to wipe
with my threadbare sleeve which was at least dry
is now wet and cold
fold my arms tighter
to curl into a cocoon
that I wish will reverse its natural course
and vanish into nonexistence
that fiddles with me
till I break before the next dawn
This poem is about the emotional struggle that befalls countless homeless people out on the streets in cold and harsh winters . I hope it is able to stir thoughts of concern and actions among us, living on the right side of the street.
I am doing a 30 Days series of Poems on ‘Humanity’… This is my poem for Day 12 (Will soon edit and post the poems for rest of the days.)