As a poet I write of destiny and finding those who make each other whole.
I speak of forever and the missing pieces to become complete.
But I often wonder if all souls have a mirrored second half or are there Earth bound angels willing to carry more burden than they owe in order to serve as guides for the lost, the broken, and the damned.
I’ll write for you a poem
That you can read from time to time
A tale of how we could be
In a world where you are mine
We’d travel near and far, just us
Walking city blocks together
Our feet could take us anywhere
And our hands would still be tethered
The starlight could be blinding
As the sunshine fades away
Just tell me what to write
And I’ll create anything you say
I could write us into forever
If you let my mind run wild
I’d write us onto the tops of mountains
Where we’d play just like a child
I’d write us into all the wonders
That I’ve ever dreamt of seeing
But the saddest part of writing
Is that I can’t write you into being
Standing here for five minutes seemed eternity to him. After weeks he was having a little hope. Bus stand was crowded as usual. He could recognize few of the faces. He had left his grandfather in the bus. He was feeling guilty, yet he would never want his secret to be out. Being from a conservative family, he always felt a sword on his neck. He took all the possible precautions he could. He had been lucky far enough, but he never tried to test extent of his luck. He looked down to have a glance at his watch. 1:44 p.m. He had received the call eight minutes before. He was not expecting it, but when it came, he was something beyond excitement. But now it was dying with aging time. Hi...
By William Ernest Henley:
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Your words serpentine
Through my crowded mind, until
They're lost among mine.
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THINGS TO REMEMBER.........
The past can’t be changed.
Opinions do not define your reality.
Judgements are a confession of character.
Overthinking will lead to sadness.
Positive thoughts create positive things.
Things always get better with time.
Everyone’s journey is different.
Happiness is ultimately found within.
You only fail if you quit.
What goes around, comes around.
Laughter is communicated.
Kindness is free.
You know those day
when you try so hard
to be positive
But you just can’t
get out of your head
You put on your favorite outfit and blast your favorite song
But it’s not going
to be enough
You put on a smile and prepare your fake laugh
Because you know it’s going to be a long day
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I look around me, i can't find a way to run. My feet just don't seem to move, my head gets all messed up and I can't send the right signal to my feet. 'Move, god damn it! Don't just stand there!' but all I do is scream. 'Don't touch me! Let me go'.
I even say it slowly with a grip on my shaking voice. ''Please just let me go. I don't want you to touch me.'' I look at the person who is holding me and I focus on the little wrinkles, the tiny eyes and the little smirk. 'You have to listen to me. If I say come with me, you do not have a choice.'''
I push the hands away who keep holding my hands in a firm grip. But everytime that I push them away they keep coming back to hold me even tighte...
When dubious about your ideas or thought,
Just give it a try, you might just hit the spot.
Failure, is the worst that will happen,
To strengthen yourself, this is a useful weapon.
Just move forward and carry on the process,
Considering it your first step towards success.
My everything -
You were every dream,
I ever dreamed.
before I dared dream them...
Behind every smile,
before I smiled.
Behind every skipped heartbeat,
Every shuddered breath.
You were the prince I dreamed of saving me,
until you became the man that is husband,
You made every silence into song,
and gave every love song meaning.
It was one of those things
while i gazed at you.
We were anything
everything that could
be named as
- Aroo Joshi
I’ll paint for you a picture
Of a place where you can go
Where the sound of laughter echoes
In a field where daisies grow
A place where dreams are caught up
Inside nets stitched out of hope
Where the grassy hills are playful
Where they laugh with every slope
I’ll write for you a version
Of a very different life
Where you can sit amongst your problems
And laugh away your strife
A world where there is magic
Where dreams fall from the sky
Where you’ll never have to worry
That your dreams will pass you by
Just ask me, if you’re yearning
And I’ll pick up my pen
My words can take you places
That you have never been
Birthed unto a world of trouble
Your kingdom is nothing but rubble
No thrown to claim
In dust and dirt you will remain
Wicked in your ways
To weak to toil
To stupid to scholar
No brain to claim
Idiot you will remain
Lost and hopeless you came
No belief in what remains
Dear Child, what is your name?
No name to claim
Born in sin I came
So Sin I remained
Having lived in the world completely blinded by the ignorant wit of maternal arrogancy, makes me plunder my inner rage.