In the battlefield of love, two fought, two won, two lost The murderer, he survived, he was proved not guilty The victim, I was imprisoned in the tower of despair I weeped like a widow while he was still alive He killed our love that breathed only in my heart
Winning every battle against me in life He didn't know he was losing in the war of love Love won as it got a soul eternally surrendered to it's wicked charm and I lost the war because My concerns never had a chance against his priorities A caring heart always carries the burden of miseries While I was blind being in love with him, he was being blind to me and my love
How he loved my vulnerable delicacy, how it thrilled him when my eyes teared Even I myself hated the thorns I have as they hurt him whenever he came close to me In solitude I shared my sorrows with the dark night Moonlight caressed my petals and healed me As I wage a war of one, my armaments can't fail me now A free spirit bloomed in the wildest of the dreams I'm filled with every virtues of once in a million blooms Fragrance of truth moves from the depth of my soul I'm in harmony with my nature, in integrity with my truth // This pain is my eternal wellspring The strength of a rose is it's innocence //
It all started at the bus stop Holding the hands of her parents She was told, 'the bus will come now' Given a fruit juice to sip And she waited patiently After a while the bus came They got a window seat The view that fascinated her the most ! ''Mom, why are the trees going back ? '' ''Dad, where will the road end ?" They smiled, ruffled her curly baby hair Said, '' They are not going anywhere dear.. We are the ones going ahead..." She accepted this. Learned something Life... This is how it goes... It moves..
The trees going back - past memories The road going forward - future paths The passengers she met in the journey- Fellow travellers in life... Sometimes they smiled and wished her Sometimes they frawned and scared her
Learning to wait... Anticipation.. expectation... The wait.... The 'weight' of it all... It was exciting in the beginning It became exhilarating in the middle It's exhausting when the destination is near But nothing stops the journey It must continue... Overcoming the hurdles And the satisfaction it gives - Bliss !
Now she has grown up... Travelled a long way, learned a lot.. People met were eventually forgotten Their gaze dissolved, their smiles erased Their shape faded, their voice diminished They disappeared... From her life.. and from their own life But they gifted her something - Hope ! It was a ray of sunshine That reached out to her All the way from it's origin She held onto that ray of hope And continued her journey The one that started at the bus stop And is going ahead to her destiny...
Note : Based on a true incident. It was a farewell party !
My Lovely Glass Shoes
Oh my Lovely ! What a pretty sight A glimpse of my dream Shining sparkling glittering Glass shoes of mine You are as lovely as a diamond stone Light reflecting on the surface And lighter on my petite soft feet You are a piece of heaven When I walk I feel floating on the clouds
You know my heart so well How you gripped my feet so tight When I first met him at that late night party Swaying so light when I danced with him When I stepped on his toes You hurt him, how mischievous you are How you made him frawn But he hid it cutely with a toothy smile Then I danced with him the whole night
You keep me on my toes, really... When I walked with him in the garden that evening You slipped off my feet, how naughty you are How you made him carry me But he was only happy to help, to hold me Then he carried me all the way home.. Now I keep you safe, guard you as a hidden treasure For I want to wear you, next time I meet him My lovely glass shoes, you know me so well You are a mirror to my sparkling desires
Note : Not really a poem Something I just want to say
I've heard enough people say " There is no such thing as 'True Love'... Don't believe in all those fantasies... It's a way people fool others.. " Yeah, maybe that's true... People who deceive others don't Need a particular reason to fool others. Love , Friendship or just acquaintances, One can always get fooled But that's not because of the lack of 'True Love' ... It's not a standalone thing That comes to you once you fall for someone. The person has to be true For their love to be true too... So next time you tell someone That it's not true, ask yourself If you are a true person or Someone with layers of masks... Under those layers, hides someone Who is scared of losing to love... Who just needs all that love But can't say it to anyone.... What you believe will happen to you You are only fooling yourself....
Am I the person who was born one fine day into the world of happiness ? Am I the child who learned to love and care with a family that know only to protect ? Am I the girl who weaved a story with threads of dreams and hope ? Am I the girl who wanted to love the person who loved her ? Am I the friend who gave a hand of support to a person in need ? Am I the student of whom the teachers were proud of ? Am I the one who failed in life because I forgave who hurt me ? Am I the one who still stands at the end of the path hoping you would turn back to see me ? Am I the girl who cried in silence and laughed with everyone else ? Am I the girl who danced in the rain too long to know it would never stop raining inside you ? Am I the one who found answers to everything in the cluster of clouds passing ? Am I the daughter who made her parents proud and feel loved ? Am I the sister who helped her brother to overcome his fear ? Am I the person who wished to smile and spread happiness but collected tears ? Am I the old friend you remember in the lane of memories ? Am I the person who lent you an umbrella when it was raining ? Am I the traveller who gifted a smile to the stranger ? Am I the girl who is afraid of walking back alone to her home ? Am I the one who wanted to see the beginning of the rainbow ? Am I the one who wanted to the see the end of the pathway ? Am I the one who wanted to find a treasure worth more than gold ? Am I the girl who used to dream of conquering a world with love ?
No more I am not the person I used to be. I am not the person you think I am. I am not the person I think I am.
No more I have no fears anymore. I have no tears anymore. I have no dreams anymore.
No more There is no past in my memories. There is no present in my moments. There is no future in my musings.
No more Nothing makes sense anymore. Even this poem about no more dreams.
She wears Constellations On her sleeves . Stardust Spangled hair . Moonbeams Reflect her Aura , She's a Woman beyond Compare .
She's the vast Cerulean sky , She's the Enigmatic ocean's Ultramarine hues . She's the one Who nurtures Life inside Her precious Womb .
She's ... Fierce . Loyal . Resilient , And pure Eternal love . She's all Shades of The rainbow , That shines Resplendently Above .
Content info courtesy Google . Blue is the color of the sky and sea. It is often associated with depth and stability. It symbolizes trust, loyalty, wisdom, confidence, intelligence, faith, truth, and heaven.
When the dreamer dies, what happens to the dream ?
A dream is nothing but an idea, a vision, a torch or a fire which is started by an enthusiast. It is an extraordinary attempt at being different from the rest. The dreamer thirsts restless and only its accomplishment can quench it. But what if he dies without its fulfillment?
As I mentioned above, it's a torch. So when the dreamer dies, the dream loses its fuel and it starts to burn out. The dream is left incomplete and it gets frozen until it is picked upon by someone who is just as passionate as our dreamer. Someone who can continue his legacy. Someone who can execute the role of him and won't stop until it is achieved.