My blog is my own kingdom and words are my subjects
Love when there is no hope
When towns are torn, and cities run to the ground
For love is the desert rose
Pleases the eye, but makes you feel the sting
I will love you even when the summers end, the harvest dies and takes away the wind, even when its cold and I can no longer feel my toes
For love is hope, love is my desert rose
Grief
What is it?
Grief is the swear word that comes out when nothing is okay
It is the scowl on your face, permanently etched, tightly knit eyebrows
It is the junk food you eat, hog, every night to tire your body into submission
It is the sleep which goes on all day, without the need to pee
It is the inability to move, react or say anything when the phone rings
It is in you, that empty feeling is what grief is
Looking into the outside world for validation is what grief is
Your grief, and mine
It is the end of a life, with days unlived, unsung and incomplete
It is the missing ‘I love you’ from the mouth of the person you love
His or her absence, the fear of losing is what grief is
It is the forced smile when someone greets you: Hey! how are you?
The silent nod of the head, knowing that no one wants to hear the answer
It’s in the realization that you have been grieving a long time,
A long time has gone by and you’ve always known
Your companion is grief.
Chasing your conscious thoughts, constantly
Aiming higher than before, as now you believe.
Its okay to be in love, once in a while
Maybe more than what others have, maybe less
But have some of it atleast
Passing the judgement loop, there is a field
Will it be the love you yearned for?
I do not know, its your adventure, you spin the story
Be in love, maybe get hurt or maybe not
Stinging tears of heartbreak, or warm tears of joy
Who knows what love stores for us
If we would just believe
Its okay to let yourself fall with the beliefe that someone will catch you down the dark cliff
Youll be someone’s harbour, their go-to person
You will make their day with your smile
Love is like a heartburn
You feel it, you experience it and yet you know not where it hurts
You never choose loneliness, but it chooses you
An endless instance of emptiness, a tardiness of wilful soul
Wanting to meet, forever holding back
Indecisiveness in you, frozen in time
Until time runs away, and you are alone.
They move on, build their castles, make memories, love people
You are single in bed, alone in bed, empty…in bed
Your day starts in the bed, you eat in the bed, no need to shower if you are in bed
It’s comfortable in bed. No rules in bed so you stay in bed.
The world moves on, the emptiness grows until it feels like a choice
Self-inflicted, self harm?
As the days go by, and not once did you hear your ring tone.
So you say that this is it
No more sadness when you leave, no one cares so it better be.
You will be serving a purpose, getting a ghostly complexion and an ass print on your mattress.
When dreams you share get lost in time
When hope you had seems like a dying ember
New Year promises a light in the dark
Crossroads in a valley of indecision, nothing to see here but a mere charade
Fireworks, promises, resolutions, we have them all
For a day, and then the resentment sets in
Pressure of another year to make things better
Knowing that time is as fickle as the society that made it
Driving everyone into madness, a cat race where the cat doesn’t want to run.
Success is subjective, money is an illusion
The illusion buys peace, if not happiness to heart
So on the beginning of another year, from my heart, I wish you all
A far away vision, that isn’t reality
And something that will keep you calm
Mirror is you who shows me what I am
Worth a shot, or someone you would obviously not
Eh, its modern day poetry, the beloved is out of the picture
Its just me, my anxiety and a cup of liquor
No, no, don’t get me wrong, I am not a drunk mishap
I am just trying to make it rhyme, one word at a time
Letting go of the jitters, I hear a creek
Building my defenses, I decided to take a peek
No, no, don’t get me wrong, it was just air
Knocking on my door, for it understood my despair
Been on my own for a long time with nothing but a pen
Holding the fort since I was ten
No, no, don’t get me wrong, I was eleven
I tried to rhyme this line too, but nothing comes to mind that rings like eleven.
Now, I may go on all night long, for sleep is an enemy
But I have to stop, or you’ll make me.
Life has been hard, but it is what it is
Lets leave it at that, to figure out what the damned fuck that ‘it’ really is.
