Hours in front of a screen,
Willing it to change from last seen to seen,
Every second a million heart beats,
Your words are my only treat.
Seconds to minutes to hours to days,
Waiting to see your beautiful display picture face.
Friends or more?
Is it love? Did I score?
At last I see the ‘typing..’ word,
Will I be a crushed or a love bird?
The will to live, a reason to die,
Heaving the burden, I let out a big sigh.
Struggling to go on, wanting to give up,
An option to go back ,
Ever present in front as a Bait.
Huffing and puffing, break the obstacles,
End in sight, omnipresence of excitement lingering everywhere.
A backpack on shoulder, a stick in hand,
Small victory achieved, happiness engulfing my world.
The sun shines bright on my face,
Alas I win my life’s most important race.
A dull day
Pitter patter of rain
I stand at my secret haven
Countless choices at hand
Yet i see the same face.
There she stands,
Same as me , but with a warm smile.
Ah that comfort on a tortured mind.
With matching umbrellas we stand still.
A moment, one heartbeat,
Rush into each other arms.
Years separated us due to misunderstandings,
Now we unite as maturity ripened.
Lived as two, but we are one.
Yes, she back,
My one and only twin.
If wings could fly, i would
Life is never easy,
At every stage of life,
Broken at some point, i stood.
Tears, a precious gem,
In abundance it flowed.
Wealth never an obstacle,
Happiness, a hallucination
Like a drop of water in an endless
Becoming stronger never an option,
For it was an ultimatum in living a life.
Crumpled bloody sheet,
Bruised face, body still in the heat.
Lots of people wait to see,
None a wise man, willing to set her free.
A hurt heart and a wounded soul,
Pitiful glances and a blanket rolled.
Justice a far fetched dream,
Months dragged by, all that was heard was her screams.
Belly growing, a petrifying jolt to reality.
Choices to make, over a glass of tea.
Choosing to give life a hard choice,
Her voice shut down, why stop a tiny new noise?
Small feet make way for a new dawn,
A year of new life and here the birthday candles are blown.
The final word. The silence. A magical night in the woods. A new beginning.
Pic credits…. Google.
Contemplating the past,
Mysteries were a plenty.
Questions without answers
A small town that she made hers.
Ravenous rage consuming everyone,
Each an actor of their own.
A smile , an embrace,
Exuding charm, buried in secrets.
Inebriated with curiosity,
Setting out to search for the answers.
Staring deep into her eyes I sat,
With a coffee and her painting containing her mysterious eyes.
A class apart
The world different
Challenging the norms
Creating my own path.
Labeled as a Tom boy,
Feigning ignorance to the word coy.
Scaling mountain testing you,
Difficulties a challenge,
Hot sun and skies clear blue.
Reaching the top a feeling apart,
Won the war with my warrior woman heart.
A mistake so grave,
He cursed fate.
Unrequited love, broken hearts.
Seeking truths , living lies,
Everyday an agony, tomorrow a boon.
Clean looked the room, yet dust filled the void.
Hate, easy way out yet heart yearned to love.
Filled with nostalgia, cherished the time with her,
Alas it remained a dream,
Neither a reality nor helped maintain my sanity.
Immortalised in pictures, she posed.Beautiful outwards but inwards with a venemous heart.