An edit to my previous verse.
Tick tock, tick tock
I'm a man without a country
Someone without a star
I see faces in my mirror
I don't know who they are
Tick tock, tick tock
A specter vanquished never to die
With bones that ache and flesh that cries
Alone memories hide in shadow nearby
Reincarnate pathways in a life
Taken away, beliving in lies
Tick tock, tick tock
Then always the question
When does it stop?
Sunday magically appears
It gives voice to my hope and
Cheers my restless soul!
Life mocks at you when you're in grief,
Smile at you when you're in cheerful and solutes you when you're the reason for the happiness of others.
My love for you
Became watered down
Just like your vodka
After the ice had melted
Had you just stuck with
Your milk and coke concoction
I would have had the chance
To say "Good-bye"
There would have been
No need just yet
Because you very well
Might still be here
Among us now. JD
Here* Father Part XXXX
#WateredDown #JulyFalls #PoetryChallenge
Me cuidas buscando una nueva cama,
dejando que bromee con quitarte tu almohada.
Me abrazas cuando comentas un escrito
Me besas cuando veo un morrito
Me acercas a ti, cuando te veo sonreír.
cuando te muestras tal como eres,
y me Amas...
cuando quieres que aterrice ya
Now how would I describe a world full of clones of me ? Surely there won't be any discrimination nor inequality because we all would look the same but it would turn out to be so mundane and frankly boring. I keep calling myself unique but what would be the point of doing so if there are more and more beings just like me ?
I would look out to see someone different
Someone who would disagree with something I said or someone who would fascinate me with their uniqueness. Loving yourself is one thing but finding yourself everywhere in the form of clones is another . I don't think it would be a peaceful world with too many Sweedles😂😂😂
But I can just imagine this scenario, not wish for...
मत छीनों मेरे नज़्मों को मुझसे,
इक लौते यह ही तो थे मेरे पास
इस पूरी दुनिया जहां में।
Please don't take away my
verses from me,
They are the only possessions that
I have in this entire world.
"Something has got to change," she yells at him. "I can't take it anymore. It has gone too far. No more. NO MORE!!....."
He looks at her. Sighs. "OK. Whatever. I'm off. I mean it." He feels tired for all the fights with her in couple of months. It has taken his energy too much. He quickly goes to the bedroom to pack his belonging.
"No. You can't just walk off like that." She followed him.
"What do you want now?" Now he yells at her.
She faintly smiles. "Let's have the last drink. A good goodbye."
He stands, looking to her eyes carefully. Her eyes are getting bigger. Strange excitement. She gives a sign to wait and within a minute she returns. Two glasses of champagne. The sme...
Inside I’m screaming!!!
Loud and unruly, my hands are up and stretched wide.
Screaming, “Take this pain please I beg you to take this loneliness away from my heart please!!!!!!!!”
I don’t want to die, but I don’t wish to live.
I can't control my mind
Hurt is a flood
But water a blessing
It will never stop
The clouds will never part
Thank God clouds are beautiful
A mouthful of lies.
Beauty has to pay its own price.
A mother’s apology to her unborn child-
I was afraid to bring you in this world
I silently loved you my unborn child!
But I killed you in my womb
Because your father never wanted a girl child
I don’t cry
I pour my heart out in my poetry
My poetry will voice my pain
My agony ,my loneliness
My lost love for you
A Brave hero’s letter to his Mother from the battlefield
Don’t shed tears if you see my body wrapped in Tricolor,
I will be your son in every birth
Head your held high & smile when you bid me adieu
I have sacrificed my life for my Nation
My memories will be cherished forever in every Indian’s heart
The sky is a beautiful graveyard.
Full of twinkling yet dead stars.
A reflection of yours, a reflection of mine.
Aren't we all a little dead inside?
The Bravehearts who took bullets for us
But we couldnt even defend their rights
They protect us with their full might
But we debate about Standing for the National Anthem
Many of our Soldiers lost their ability to stand
While fighting with enemies to save us
Alas!& we find it debatable to stand for National Anthem