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Not In Straight Line

*pic courtesy - painting taken from pinterest. I am telling you I am not perfect My bed is messed up all day long I have been said I am nothing but wrong My voice cracks open a tragic song My closet has clothes that don't fit me There are times when even my dog doesn't sit with me I am telling you Life is not supposed to be.. What you want to see.. I have been thrown out, shouted at, made fun of,  everytime I want to change and be free.. I have been called arrogant, stupid, mad, with ideas that shatter... I discovered things that no one in the room thought but only if it could matter.. I am telling you That people aren't perfect and nor they will ever be... If you wait for them to align You will be the one being struck out of line Don't think every criticism is fine Some are horrific with absurd design So what if I am not perfect I can tell that imperfection is abstract Breaking the rules is not nodding to solicitations I have tried, failed, then tried back ...

Grief

I stood right there but you were gone.
Tried holding you back but your presence had faded...
My head was still resting on your lap, when you moved away..
hands tightly on my grasp couldn't avoid the emptiness..
Eyes just don't want to believe what they are bound to see..
They hold their breathe while looking everywhere for the face which lit me up..

I stand right across but you chose not to cross..
With the thought of meeting you I doze off ..
Everyday the birds of dawn ask me your arrival..
As the horses run past me at dusk ,you are nowhere close.


The Moments spent were right here haven't even realized they are bygone .
When you heard me while walking along without denying a reply..
Like a cloud in an empty sky puffing me as you sway.
As the night gets darker I see you coming my way..
Holding my hands keeping it close to your heart.


I cannot help my tears ..
My fearless being might get startled from pain.
Hope remains to see you again..
While my mind is aware driving me insane..

As I smile at you when you smile back..
As you hold me never to let me go..
 I run only to find myself trudging through sand as you become impossible to reach .

My waves are ready to hit the shore but the sun has set
And the tide will soon die down...

I don't see this ending..
With your self  gone and my thoughts still pending..
It will perish once it forgets to hurt.
Until then grief might stay making their way out through tears in dismay.









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