A friend once said :
“Writing is torture,when you ‘re doing it
And it’s torture when you don’t
When you can’t.”
Or at least, something like that.
It’s like staying quiet
When you need to scream.
It’s the way you ramble
When you’re stressed out.
Torture, when you’re out of words
And torture when you’re exposed.
I miss the way
You make me feel
The wonders you do
For my soul, to heal
I miss the way
You come out of the blue
Whenever I need you
The way, you hide out
Then let me find you
Then tell me: let it all out!
I miss how you enslave
Me and obey.
Tell me to be brave
And just lay.
I miss how you show me the way
How I lose you, seek you then stray
Away!
I miss how you lead me,
Take my hand and follow me.
I miss the way, I hold you
And you tremble
As I pour my heart out
Thanks to you,
They know what I think about
What might be true,
Or complete fiction.
You impose no restriction
For that I’m glad I have you
And I miss you
Dear pen, God bless you!
And dear muse,
I blame you, and I accuse!
You keep telling me
To go out there!
Meet people somewhere!
Laugh and love,
So much that it hurts
Or just stick to some flirts
Do something to be proud of.
Try new things
And just spread your wings!
But I’d rather drown in the sea
That actually, doesn’t frighten me.
As much as the above do
Because “the other is hell”
Just as Sartre once said
And it’s true!
So, I’ll just stay inside my shell
And as Einstein once said:
“The world is a dangerous place”
I admit I forgot the rest of the quote
But, that’s enough for the theory I wrote,
And more than enough to rest my case.
You wouldn’t know better than these two!
Now, would you ?
Thank you
For making me
Express myself
The way I best do.
In fact,
I write poetry
Or at least, I attempt to.
Now as for my story
I shall recite it for you,
To be continued..
Sleep deprived
In my bed.
Restless, my mind
Goes bold
And goes wild…
The worst form of existence
Now I know,
Is Mediocrity
The mere survival,
Where I’d never know
Neither The tragedy
Of losing
Nor the fantasy
Of winning.
But I would rather die
Than believe
That greatness
I will never achieve
where my passion does lie.
The thought is haunting me.
And to its power
My resistance is failing me,
Mediocrity is the worst form of existence.
That I know!
My 9 year old sister
Had a play date
With a 9 year old mister.
It was 8 o’clock
And There he was
Waiting at the gate
And in his hands
A Chocolate box
That for her
He bought.
Maybe he knew more than he should have
Maybe I exposed my naked self and I shouldn’t have
Maybe he knows my weaknesses and the flaws I have
Maybe I said too much and revealed a lot
Of my dreams, hopes and Fears
Maybe he wiped too many of my tears
Now, I know I should have not
I shouldn’t have allowed him
Because I’m clueless about what he would do
what he does and what he says
Now that we’re not together
Now that he’s gone
Now that we’re less than nothing,
I can’t help but wonder
Maybe he knew more than he should have
And I had no Idea about who he really was.
He couldn’t possibly have hurt me more,
than knowing everything I was.
Ruin your life
By laughing,
By doing what your heart wishes.
Ruin your life
By smiling,
By venturing and kisses.
Ruin your life,
By looking ahead
And going forward.
Ruin your life
By the love you give,
And the hope you spread.
Ruin your life
By the dreams you live,
And the dreams you chase,
And the goals you once had,
And set
Just in case,
You wanted to ruin your life.
Mistakes, we’ve made
Innocence, we’ve claimed
Our story, like ashes
We’ve burnt
And yet
Regretful, you weren’t.
Just give me a reason
For this hurt
And this treason
For this unbearable,
Oh! Terrible
Oblivion!
Remember? Remember
When we kissed in December?
Forget me not
When the weather gets hot!
Indeed, we fought
But still
Forget me not!
