Dilemma

Not my usual way of writing. I hope this turns out to be okay.

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In middle of an argument the poet left one day. He was certain that he is better on his own and needs nobody to be content. He left the garden of poppies, went to Amazon, sahara and Everest. He was delighted at the thought of living his life to the fullest and converted his pain into art, wrote a lot of books and was really well liked.

On the other hand when he left, poem was shattered, but she decided to live, as she is the sole reason for a poet to live. She was certain that the poet will come back but after some time she gave up on hope and broke down in abrupt stanzas. She still is beautiful because words never lose their magic, but now she don’t know how to rhythm anymore. Art knew she was fine, as there were no cuts and bruises on her wrist and elbows.

One day poet realized that he can never escape the poem. Where ever he went, she was with him. Poem was his only source of inspiration and the soul of his words. He decided to go back.

When poet came, poem knew the way a poet cannot escape a poem, the poem can never abandon a poet too. Poem was delighted to see him but realized she no more belongs to anyone. She was a barbarian now and have become very dangerous. She still loves the poet but cannot commit to him. What should the poem do now?

Be a voice

I know it’s not easy, but trust me, when you refuse to be a victim, they are forced to step down. And remember IT IS NOT NORMAL, it’s NOT a part of growing up.

Let your voice be a voice.

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She wanted to be thunder
as never liked things to be slow.
Went to the counter in hurry for ticket
Was excited as she got a window.

For a 15 years old, seeing a bus
for the very first time was a big deal.
Of course she was afraid
but ready to fly on wheel.

After some time she woke up to
a weird sensation on her neck,
They boy next to him, asleep thought,
was touching the small of her back.

She ignored at once because was not aware,
But boy’s face was so close to her hair.
He touched her thigh and there was a visible cry on her face,
She was in dire need of some breathing space.

She thought,
“What am I supposed to do about something I can’t understand,
But I know if he is going to ask me, I definitely want to break his hand.
Mumma once told me to go with my gut,
My heart is hurting, damn it, my mouth can’t play shut. “

At once she stood up and started shouting on his face,
Such clear words, from a mouth full of grace.
She slapped him and made him to leave the bus,
And in that bus, her voice left some really powerful cuts.

Rainbow

When war was over
I held my tears close,
Started walking backwards
on the tip of my toes.
Painted everything black
went back to the shell,
I thought light left
through my every cell.
When courage broke
I cried a sea,
first time,witnessed a world
that was alive within me.
Then I realized,
regardless of all the highs and low,
I can’t lose colours,
I’m the rainbow.

Hailstorm

Wolves are hollowing at the peak,
Birds going total freak.
Is this reality or a dream?
I can sense some subtle screams.

Intense, destructive and cold breeze,
Is this city on the verge to freeze?
I may sound off, i may sound mad,
But this clime is, really bad.

In a blink of eye,
Earth started to cry,
Increasing it’s load,
Sky started to explode.

I am forced to run as the rain begun,
Hail stones are no more fun.
Its hard to breathe under such intense shower,
Nature never fails to prove its power!

Whole place is covered in white pebbles,
Weather really is, on another level.
I never wanted to witness hailstorm,
Maybe its safe inside the dorm.

Mermaid’s Tale

I met this guy on the shore,
He was cool, funny
and something more.
Bright ocean blue eyes
and a strong jawline,
With a height, almost fine.

Golden hair, perfect lips,
He was roaming
around the ships.
Due to shore’s haze
My whole body shuddered
under his gaze.

He motioned towards me
and opened his arms,
For the first time,
I really felt protected,
safe and warm.

He stayed for few days
and I was all his,
Ocean was warning me,
through the fizz.

I started to believe in love
He gifted me a pair of dove.
He believed in dreams,
so I gave him a dream catcher,
Was not aware,
he was a snatcher.

During one night,
we were sitting on the rock,
This time,
Instead of me he was staring at the clock.
I knew a mermaid
was not allowed to fall
But this love
really was moon’s call.

Ripping ocean’s lap,
He left with his ship,
And I still miss him
with every flip.

Shield

I learned his past
present
desires to fly,
The way he sounds
when his demons cry.

His scent,
voice,
fears,
Love, was divine.
I wanted to claim and
make him mine.

Under the moonlight,
on heart’s call,
I was ready to breakdown
my heart’s wall.

Everything was perfect
and fine,
until I came to know
he was dying to
call me his lifeline.

I witnessed a love,
nearly perfect.
My locality was
dancing under a special effect.

My soul was empty
and heart
full of doubt,
Over the rainfall
I ended up
choosing drought.

Pushed him away
was afraid of being healed,
Here I am,
Alone,
with my high shield.

Roads

I looked at him
while crying,
I knew
there was no use of trying.
You left and moved
towards the wood,
And I stood there,
like you said I should.
Every path I take is black,
I wonder if you ever
going to come back?
Whenever these roads
try to threaten me,
I wish upon him,
but never came he.
I know you closed every door
which led you my way,
Damn!
I still keep my hopes high
for another day.