Just another poem on love
Because love equals red roses
And chocolates in spherical doses
Why has it become so ordinary
Maybe because we say it so often
It has lost its drift
Because long drives and perfect songs
Don't make love
Only birds do, typically doves
Lengthy text messages
And typical v day togetherness
And corny nicknames
Are not love, spellbound
Love is majorly your grandparents
Look at those enchanting stares their blurry weak eyes make
Ask that widow what love is?
It's a sin so good you want to make
It's a death by something more beautiful than chocolate
It makes every typical lyric of a song so relevant
Ask that old lady sitting on the chair
Waiting desperately f...
I still do not understand
Why aren't there bars for girls
Where beautiful men could also dance
On the item songs that you want
Because I always thought it's a two way street
But for us females it's only a one way, even where we aren't as free because of the wildlings of the city because we don't want to make rape our companion but love
Love asks us to be straight, or else you'll be assaulted,
If you're gay promiscuous
If you're lesbian promiscuous
If you're a bisexual promiscuous
And also if you're a female, can't even say promiscuous because indiscriminately we are assaulted not saying males aren't
but when we ask majority what'd you say
It shouts on the top of its lungs, hurt, burnin...
Those eyes, they cried for you
Those eyes, they searched for you
Those eyes, they felt the pain
Those eyes, saw you
Those eyes, felt for you
Those eyes, they saw you changing
Those eyes, they saw that anger
Those eyes, they kept silent
Those eyes, turned for you
Those eyes, they loved you
Those eyes, were the ones that fell in love with you.
I like people, plastic people,
Because then we won't have to worry about the bags that we throw,
Into the lakes we don't know.
Because then cows can eat plastic too and, not choke to death.
Because death always means what it does to you,
And we still don't have a clue.
We'd be dolls of plastic, so easy would it be to correct the flaws
That you do not adore.
So easy would it be to become short or too tall.
Because then perfect will be the world, and no one will have to worry anymore.
Because faith will then be the new Berlin syndrome.
But then it all comes down to people!
What more could they do to make this world so not a better place to live in?
But we'd hope that humanity, st...
Enemies I think,
Clothes they say.
My short skirt and high heels,
My legs shaved and all is seen.
Because i try to fit those 365 days
In my dress so white,
Those lurking eyes leave stains to hinder that night,
Don't wear that dress tells my mind,
I love that dress, my heart says alright!
Wear it my feminist soul says.
Confidence is then my mate.
Beautiful looks like my face
Slut calls me that boy near that gate.
Trying to fit my anger in my little body
Because I think calling me a slut is his new hobby.
That I say I should ignore,
Because mom always said
"Those who bark aren't supposedly always dogs."
Love doesn't come in class 4 telling you you're the prettiest of all
It doesn't come as crashing waves of an angry sea
It doesn't necessarily sit with you day after day.
It doesn't always come with you at the movies
And sure cancels Netflix and chill plans
Because love is just like you.
Nothing more,nothing less.
It's a song,always on in your mind.
It's not limited to butterflies in your stomach,
It's much more than just it.
It's a tornado within you,love that doesn't just feel so right
It's much more perfect, where intimacy is not ultimacy.
Where love doesn't shout blind it sounds fun and practical.
When love doesn't make you feel lost, it tells you your stand
And how your scars remind him...
Those streets you trade on
that reminds you of your first kiss,
That perfect kiss under the twinkle of the stars,
the blue moonlight,
And the perfect sound in your mind that synchronizes with your heart,
Trying to make a perfectly straight line to his.
Under that yellow street light to just catch the first look on his face,
That crooked smile ,those winking eyes ,those giggles
And ,that time where everything seems just so much perfect.
Always these streets, those cafes, the movie dates remind you of
Sneaking out and,those seats you sat on those hands that moved towards your
Thighs , skin so deep miles and miles of layers.
So soft and smooth and that external touch that doesn't seem strang...
THE Judge- MENTALS,
How I really wish people to be mature sometimes, I really do!
They just don't get it if someone's lonely or sad or depressed I think these words confuse their corpulent minds which are actually just hollow.
I don't know how a sad face makes them say you're depressed.
I don't know how can they say that my lonely is isolation!
I just don't get it. It literally fucks me up.
And especially with the confidence they say it with.
Like God! Let me tell you guys don't fucking know a bit.
Relativity can sometimes be the deadliest of all. Serious.
They eat you alive by talking about you so much that hate,
That link, makes you feel bad at first then makes you sad and, sometime...
To my fictional breakup,
When you came in I inked my thoughts in poetry,
You made me feel like yeah , that's so much!
I gave you everything that I could, hoping that one day you'll give me what I wanted,
Which I didn't even know.
But it's just said about right " We accept the love we think we deserve! "
You came in like wind and went out like a burning cigarette.
I tried to keep up with you, I tried to tell you to not do this, but you shrugged me.
But anyway even though you accepted my cards and my paper wherein I placed my heart and just so easily you said I don't want this
Just as easily as I remember 2016 and this guy who wanted me like a small kid
Who wanted a piece of cake. Desperate....
She wept like a walrus o'er the waning moon,
Steely gazed at the mirror and in her chest,
it felt like a typhoon.
She felt the water up to her chest ,
saw two reflections one was his and the other her herself.
All she could see was his misty eyed face,
And soon when he came up to her, to wrap her, his fingers trembled,
his heart ached,he said in his chronic pain,
"I am here."
She felt so comforted and so warm,
She prayed to lord,
"Let me be here. Just in his arms."
He cracked a smile,
And replied with a soaring throat and a heavy voice,
"I will be here."
He said pressing his hand against her chest,
"I will always be here."
Hastily she replied,
"Promise me you will never say...
Because today love shifts.
It's not love if you don't fall in and out of it
When love comes to you,say hi and tell it make yourself comfortable.
Welcome love with open arms,
Enjoy those moments and know that this will be gone someday,
That this is momentary happiness , temporary.
Adore that love, that spectitious love.
Do not try to mess around with your skepticle feelings.
Stop chasing chaos and have clarity that this, one day won't be there.
Because when love goes ,your prepared heart will not be hurt as much,
Because when love wants to go,let it go and open your doors,
For it to go as easy. Let your heart not take control.
Let that sound of those laughs not be heard and listen to the qu...
Stuck in those walls so invincible
Those walls that she made thought by thought
Those walls that shunned hate towards her
Those walls that made her helpless and put her in the jars of depression
While they once seemed to be so enchanting
To live in those four walls that you build on your own
Step by step, they tried to murder their origin
Those reoccurring walls made her a bird trapped in a cage
Trying to fly her wings but the rods of the cage made it seemingly impossible
She tried to break free but couldn't find anyone to let her to the way of freedom
Tears rolled down her cheeks her once red tinted lips turned pale
She became weak and pale like the old winter's moon
The sound of her pain...
If putting all our faith in those stars,
If putting all our love in those flowers,
Means having an hope of a better life,
A better future and , a better place to be in.
Let's put our hope in those stones which are never temporary,
The root cause of our un-happy state lies in temporary,
We choose temporary for that little momentary joy,
Suppressing all our permanent joys,
Let's find permanent to make a happy-being!
If putting faith and love in less-temporary objects,
Gives us an objective happiness,
Then, why waste our love on those who are temporary?
Why waste our tears on those that we know will never be static?
Just like wind they'll pass by.
Let's treat them as guests in ...
India made those girls,
Who wear the little black dresses but are still insecure
The fear of Sharma uncle and Rupali aunty is not even near to be avoidable
Because there'll be one day Rupali aunty will come running to her mother
And tell her about the little black dress and
Because the fear of her mother regretting to let her wear the dress.
Because you know there are always hills made out of moles
And so there's always a need of a kurta to be worn and not a short skirt or a cute dress.
No that doesn't , that shouldn't just be a part of my wardrobe.
But it can be too, as it is always taught wear whatever you want after you get married
Like, will people like Rupali aunty and Sharma uncle d...
I unfathomably used to love this season of winter,
but now it has become RUTH + -LESS,
my heart kind of freezes like those flowers,
I cover my body with layers of thoughts,
to keep warm.
I turn on my heater, but my heart feels cold.
I cry because of my layers but, my tears freeze.
My head feels too cold because, the sun won't shine,
I try to keep my feet warm by putting on stockings and boots,
but as soon as I try to take them out ,my frozen tears
fight with my own skin, my heart experiences a much colder feeling,
the feeling of pain, as the wool gets stuck in the cuts of my feet
and refuses to come out smooth.
I try to get up but my layers tell me to sleep.
my mind tells me, to listen to m...
Just like this winter my heart is cold
My blood doesn't feel any warmer
I feel so cold, I feel as though every nerve in my body is freezing
I feel my stomach is snow-filled
All I see are some blurry images
Everything seems so dark
I feel like resting my soul
My body hurts, my tears won't come out
I feel a lot of pain in my chest
I feel my pain won't go away,
Everything seems much more darker,
The moon suddenly appears black, the stars won't shine.
My heart stops.
My soul flies ,my body lays somewhere in the middle of the night.
I can see myself laying with this pain that won't feel anymore,
Darkness all around me.
I try going inside my body but, it won't take me in.
I smile and fly awa...
I want you to be the calming and the soothing
waves of an angry sea,
so turbulent and yet so calm,
so unsteady and violent,
still so swift and soothing ,
so gentle to make me drown in you,
just like the feel of the sand taking me with it.
Take me in the depths of the sea,
take me where there is peace and love,
keep me in those depths where I belong with you,
that I can swim in the heart of the sea and get to know you
and, fall in love.
And drown each and every-time in the depths,
I want you to be the sand,
that takes me with it but doesn't ,
that makes me feel like i am drowning.
That gives me peace.
Makes me feel alive.
My hurt, hurt me so much that there was a time it used to prick me hard, it made me weak and even being alive, I felt lifeless as if I had a deep relationship with my hurt and it got stronger ,it was with me everywhere, every single time, throughout, it had a special relationship with my eyes, they just bursted, they bursted in tears. But now that my hurt, hurt me so much. I don't feel. I am void. I try to find myself. But just as I find me, my hurt, takes me away from me. Making me void again. But there's a part that needs to be fixed. There's a hole so empty and shallow,it's hideous my smile hides it all. It's so ugly, but I still live with it. And now, I feel nothing at all. A...
I am thankful for everything you gave me,
but those false promises,
but those fake love stares,
but those memories that make me feel down in the dumps.
This time when you had to face the hard times,
You flew, just as fast, like nothing happened.
You made me drown in you like you were the sea,
But when I am finally trying to stay afloat,
That time just takes me back,
back to those laughs, back to those pretty smiles,
back to that time when I were angry,but you made me feel like everything was all right.
But until now I waited, I waited impatiently.
Sat in the balcony of my thoughts, crestfallen, trying to control my emotions,
as that glimmer of light, that light of hope said ever...
The intensity of that touch,
It gives you goosebumps that prick you hard,
That feeling of being together,
It makes you feel it's a forever.
Sometimes you want to speak to someone late at night,
but you can't.
You changed for that person,
But the person says "you changed."
Sometimes when you want that someone ,to just understand,
but understanding screams,I am not their cup of tea.
I think I ask for too much,
but all I want is, you to understand me.
To be there as I am.
I think I ask for too much,
But I want you to keep me,
And I want you to be yourself.
I think I ask for too much,
But all I want is a happy place for you and me.
I think I ask for too much,
But all I want is a forever, where only you and I exist.
I think I ask for too much.
I depend on the sun, it comes,
It always comes.
No matter where you are,it comes although the time may differ.
I put my hope in those roots,that always grow into a plant.
A plant then a tree.
Day by day, it grows stronger and stronger.
But, bigger and older.
I put my worth in those flowers because they will provide me with that love and care one needs.
I put my hope in those sun rays, that glimmer of light, that makes the difference.
I hope for my summer will come.
For those missed smiles, won't be missed anymore .
For that joy will prevail.
For that future, that my past won't define.
There's a love deep down in everyone's heart
That love you will never forget
That love which hurt you the most
That love that softens your soul
That love that makes you feel in a way you have never felt before
That love it made you do everything you could
That love it made you cry
That love it made you understand what love really was
That love it made you break apart
That love it made you mourn
That love it was once yours
Hope. It's not merely a word but a feeling that keeps you alive.
Everytime you sleep at night only hoping you would have the good luck to open your eyes and see the sun rising.
It's only hope that tells us that there's a new beginning to every ending.
It's only hope that accompanies us in our grief.
It's not merely a word but a complete statement in itself.
It's only hope that says he wouldn't die,
It's only hope that says maybe he would survive.
It's only hope that says yes when everyone else screams a no.
It's only hope that says you will live tomorrow.
Let's join in and hope that this world will be a better place, worth hoping for and being thankful for.
Do you ever feel like you have everything you need but there's still a part inside you that's way too empty
And you want to leave the emptiness far away?
And so I went on to do that
I called the empty part of me and told him I couldn't talk to you anymore for some days
And he told me okay.
Then I told him maybe I would never call you again.
I miss my emptiness but what was it any good for?
Leave those that make you feel empty on the inside.
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