Things that matter.

A poem, you ask?
I sit here and think, wondering what
we are,
when doors are shut
Tight and hard.

Alright, I will come with you for the trippy fight;
also, came with my freshly chewed skin,
All the prose and adjectives are here
We’ll keep them the way they have always been.


Let me give you a guilt trip with rich metaphors
Like the whispers you heard last night,
we’re beautifully demonic; we walk like angels.
A war against the world, you say? would you dare?

When next time you come to fight beside me
I’ll remember everything you tried to shatter,
But my question is , are you here because it matters
Or for the fame that comes later?

By Mermaid

Hello there! My name is Kajal. I started blogging on 21 September,2018, it was purely random as I needed a space to pour my heart and thoughts out. This place is my safe space where I let my fingers and feelings run free to curate poems and to rant about things that are bothering my thoughts.My journey here has been bittersweet and wonderful at the same time. But because of all the love I received here, I keep coming back to read and write.You all have been great support and advicers to me and I'm really greatful. Your feedback, emails and comments keep the mermaid inside me going :)

11 comments

  1. I hate fame, fame is for losers.
    I would be happy to have some forests and trees, that’s all.
    And may I win or may I fall,
    I am here because it has to be.
    And I never wanted to be.
    But I guess this is what you expect from a loser.
    Like I am one.
    While you are many.
    Even if I would win,
    I wasn’t in your skin.
    So I wouldn’t earn any fame,
    because all I am is lame.
    The marshial matters,
    but its not me.
    I am just the guy with the hat made of straw.
    Like I eat my food, better cold and raw.
    Don’t follow me,
    But be follow each other.
    (They won’t know what hit em.) <3

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      1. A few lines here and a few lines there,
        from others borrowed everywhere.
        To see the lines and see the break,
        to make it clear what’s someones stake.

        As long as it helps.

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