Lament to the lady
Waking up to kindred cry,
I did not know why.
Embraced by many though,
Little did I know.
Lays there the lady still,
To touch her I did not have the will.
Sitting in the corner alone,
My heart has grown nothing but stone.
I wish I knew her more,
My memories of her have turned sore.
Tears roll down my cheek,
Agony was at its peak.
Surrounded by many yet I was in the dark,
As I realized I have lost my spark.
Dreading the life without her I will get,
How can my mind forget?
How could I have foreseen,
Where has she gone, my queen.
Up there - she is with the angels,
Shielding us against all dangers.
As I jot this down with heavy heart,
The little memories I...
What can we say as we swing and sway for longing and for lust
We skip around, make the sounds but in the end it's dust
You push me down, spin me round come close to you I must
You dance away, this game we play while metal turns to rust
Our bodies yearn we take our turn, what in life is just
A sea of sheets as ours eyes meet, my dress I do adjust
The suckling at her breasts....
Kneading them to resurface a lust much similar to the one nibbling on his hungry eyes...
getting to taste it on his quivering lips !
Twirling his thick fingered claws inside of her...
nailing at her parching will...
As if looking for some reimbursement on his miserably failing life !
Pushing deep hard inside tearing the mid air dooming reverie of her strife... flowing warm from her heart vaporising her senescence dry !
And thereafter ;
Turning his sight on her shaking reddened body...
As if it was not the same woman who lied on his now depriving side...
through those nights.... ;
When their laughs echoed peeking out of the silver gazing windo...
“ Years have passed until she decided to love again. This time, she loved herself.”
How can no one see
The tears she wiped secretly?
How can no one hear
The scream she tried to stop?
How can no one feel
The pain she felt?
How can no one understand
The way she faked her happiness?
How can no one point out
The number of sacrifices she made?
How can no one speak
The only word she want to hear?
How can no one hear
The only thing she got to say?
How can no one identify her,
When she is always there, somewhere near us,
The one person who gave her everything,
So that you could get everything.
"When Maa sings 'Chanda hai tu... Mera sooraj hai tu...' :')"
(Even after hitting my twenties, her love never grows out for me! <3)
"Falling in love with someone and loving someone are two different enteity"
When you "fall in love" it means you like/admire this personality someone has. But "loving someone" is similar to the love your mom started showering on you well before she knew, you are going to be a clown/superhero/brat/CEO/artist/criminal etc.
If people realise this, relationships can be a whole lot simpler, smoother and happier.
It's been a long time since I have shared something with you. So here's an incident that occurred today which I think was worth sharing.
My Mom posted a status in the morning which said " Be honest to yourself !"
And I don't know why but I found it funny as why do you post such stuff. Everyone knows this. It's just so cliche. And all she did was smile.
In the evening, I was tempted to do something which I promised my Mom that I will not. I said to myself how is she going to know that if I do it once. I don't think that it's going to make a difference. Let's do this.
While I was about to do , I opened my WhatsApp and swiped right . And there it showed " Be honest to Yourself !"...
I would venture to guess that anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
A wraith of her scent
Trailed behind her as she moved
Lilacs mixed with sex.
*The Scent Of A Woman*
#wraith #WildWondrousWords #JanWWWChallenge
Image courtesy of Pinterest
I, your lifegiver
Die a little each time you
Say you want its end.
#LifeGiver #JanuaryFalls #PoetryChallenge
You should take
when it comes to her.
You do not see that
she is more than just
skin and bones.
She could love
A whole universe
She is more than
She could possibly
be the death
I've never healed all the way
Yet every time I'm on
A road to recovery
Someone comes in
And breaks me a little more
Opens my wounds
Just a little bit larger
Then it was before
Then each time
It get's a little harder
It's all a little hit harder
Then the previous times
And I find myself going under
While I try to save myself
With every breath that I take
I'm hurt and
Slowly fading away
And no one is going
To come and save me
For I am not that
Much to anyone
por um falso amor
Que prometia felicidade
Apenas quando o prazer era suprido
Caos se instalou
Em todo e qualquer canto
E a mente ainda busca o beijo
O toque e cheiro
Do próprio veneno vivo
Talvez queira provar mesmo
Do veneno do qual a matou por dentro
Para, quem sabe, cometer suicídio
Do exterior também
Insônia repleta de culpa
Solidão, frieza e amargura
A dor é a resultante dos sintomas
Que nos leva a falência sentimental
Não mais se deseja senti-la
Logo, a busca insaciável pelo que
Lhe completa agora faz aniversário
Lágrimas não mais caem
Mas sufocam o interior
Ódio, deteriorando o ego,
Destrói tudo aquilo que toca
Corrida em busca do eu
Have you ever wondered what type of old person you will be?
The kind when you go to supermarket and buy something and some old guy comes and tell you I tried that product and I tell you it’s good.
Will I give advice on products to random strangers
Or will you be the cranky old lady kind- shouting on everyone for everything just coz you like it
Or the cool kind telling your grand kids about what a hoe you were
Or the kind praying to lord and feeding grand kids like pigs to make them fat
First page of Diary
It was an old house with a built-in library. There was a dusty old diary hidden behind the books and the first page of the diary reads....
I knew you will found me one day. I am your past patrick. You have right to know who you are.
patrick got goosebumps to see his name on that diary in that old house. He was not aware of whose house it was. He found this old house address on his nursery class marksheet which he found after years in his backyard storeroom. Just for curiosity he came to that old house. He wanted to see who lived on that address and why his parent gave that address when he knew that they live in their house since 40 years. patrick parent went to his siste...
When I get agitated or perturbed...it's your voice that calms my mind...
When I get disheartened or dismayed...it's your words which tell me that I am one of a kind...
When possibilities seem bleak...it's your motivation which makes me persistent...
You are an akin to God to me...
You are my first teacher, preacher and nurturer...
Love you always
PS: Thanks for always being there for me!!!
The moment of my birth
Close to her heartbeat
Hibernate in the warmth of her love
I gave her sleepless nights
Yet without any gripe
Unconditionally she feeds me
I heard the best lullabies
She held me securely
In every step of my life
When I am in pain
I have seen tears in her eyes
When I am happy
I have seen the smile on her lips
Rifted us apart
Remonstrating clashed us
Still her love for me is unconditional
She became my best friend
Who taught me
"What is life?"
But she is MY LIFE