Month: October 2015

It is okay……

Sometimes it’s okay to let the wind ruffle up your hair;

It is okay to let the breeze wreak havoc and not care.

 

Sometimes….when the world doesn’t seem enough

It’s okay to coil inwards and be tough…….

 

Sometimes it doesn’t matter if the grass is not green

It’s okay sometimes to be mean……….

 

Sometimes it’s okay if what you have achieved is not titanic…

It’s okay to let them judge;

Insulate oneself and not panic……..

 

The process is long and it needs time,

It’s okay to let them assume……

It’s okay…..

It’s okay…..as long as the Sun does shine…….

 

 

Rain

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Let only the best things remain

There is tears, hurt and pain;

You feel the dust before the rain…..

There is concrete among the blossoms

There’s always a clearing in the dense forest;

There is always a light

Beyond the seemingly unending cave…….

Hands you had once held,

That warm cuddle……

Eyes that pampered-

The eternal drizzle……

Just when you think

The end is far away;

Right around the corner….

Stands all dismay.

The end is here

And you see it approving

Of how things have been;

How stealthily it had been approaching…….

The content lies not in denial,

Winnowing brings the clarity-

That certain memories never die;

They are hopes in all depravity.

Yes, let only the best things remain…..

There is tears, hurt and pain.

You felt the dust,

But sang again in the rain.

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What I know………

I know now,

What I own and possess.

Concretes are not under my will

Niether are people;

I know that I belong

Only to myself;

And that rest is all deceit.

I know , but it pains to think

That the only soul that matters

Is mine……..

I wasn’t made that way;

It is what I have become.

The clouds and rainbows,

Birds chirping and the birdhouses……

‘Twas all meant to be shared with someone……

I was content

With just one more soul

Other than mine…….

But I guess concretes housed it

Better than I could define……

So, now I know

That my soul is only mine

And every raindrop that touches the earth;

Need not feel divine.

Can I?

Can I now think aloud?

Can I now give away…….

Can I now walk unfettered,

Alone through the dark, wide streets?

I have given up the mask;

And I can now behold myself,

crystal clear.

The sky is my mirror

So everyone can glance……..

And now I need not fear

For what I possess,

Is mine only.

So now I think aloud……

And wonder,

Of lives, that once intertwined

into mine……

I think of roads,

That once, were, my daily sojourn…..

I wonder about

All that I left behind…..

All that I would not let go;

But today is another day…….

Today I can think aloud……

You can go…..

Its lonely here

without you

with a beautiful morning to behold

I wish it was you beside

when i’m coursing through my thoughts……

I say to myself

I could tell you this

Or I could tell you that

But I’ve pushed you away

And I hope to be on my own soon…..

It’s just hard to believe

At the end of every day…..

That it’s me

Only me

And not you

to hold me

But your passion was already thin air

When I changed course

Please know

I did not want

To see

How distanced your eyes were

From me….

I could think of no way out

Than letting you know

That to hear your “hello”

Puts me through a world of pain.

I am beyond all hurt now

But there are memories

And a vaccum

where you had been…..

You will never know

Which of your smiles i’ve treasured

And which touch i’ve lived

All through our sojourn…….

I have let you go…..

And you walked away with grace,

Its vaccum again where you had been

I too will be walking out….

Maybe at a slower pace……

But for now….

YOU CAN GO

The masquerade…..

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wicked Witch.”

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“The masquerade arrives,

Bodies entwined…….

I stand distanced;

With my chalice……confined….

Evil I sustain,

Relinquish and devour;

And wonder if I can….

Sip it every hour.

The masks do not drop

So I cannot discern;

That every chalice is plagued or not

Does evil inside burn?

Now I am one of them;

The masquerade traverses terrains,

I must keep the evil within…….

In fetters and in chains.

I see witches, shadows….

Slip by with ease;

Wicked they are,

Masks everywhere….

Time doesn’t freeze.

I must move on………

When the night speaks……..

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Thus spake the night,

“I am dark

and I bring slumber…..

I heal;

I am the balm;

Yet I stand

As one

Who is dreaded……

Why……I have jewels

In my sky…..

Ornate and embellished

I glance and shimmer…..

Till dawn breaks

Into manifold realities;

When concretes become distinct

And shadows re-appear…..”