Dear A I knew you were broken, on the day you asked me to leave , and I knew I was a fool when I said "I won't". Once you are bound with a tie, you are not supposed to leave, even if they ask you to, thats what I thought and on the way I changed you.
At first, I didn't know how to help you, and as seasons changed, I discovered a way. I pulled out my screws and put them in you, carefully, patiently, mending people can take time. You grew like a seed that was dormant for ages, only waiting for the water of love. But to pour it in you, I was emptying myself. Sometimes, my hands shook with pain of trying too much, but at times my eyes bled with flowers when I saw you coming to life.
I won't lie, I have wondered whether it was worth it, all the silence I inhaled to give you words, all the colours I spilled on your canvas while mine remained white, the scars I fixed while my wounds never healed, was it worth the sapling I nurtured, the one for whom I became soil, giving away as I lost my parts.
On that day, if I had asked you to leave, what would you say? Its a question that has always haunted me, perhaps because I know the answer.
But I hope all my ashes will be the birth of your phoenix, I hope you will live along with my screws, and one day I might find someone who is willing to fix me too.
60 days of poetry (day four) She said she loves me But… how can I tell her That it was just a one night stand That she is just the other woman Break her heart I never intended How do I tell her… That the ‘I love yous’ were lies Lies told to get between her legs To taste her soft sucullent body How do I tell her That the happily ever after with me Ended before it started That it never existed How do I tell her without breaking her heart?
My pillow Pillowrina is her name.. The blue one I call her Last night, she whispered to me in an amusing voice... 'you will be fine, stop drenching my blue wear with salty water'
Pillows Great confidanters Never complain Always ready to give a hug To soothe a broken heart To listen to shattered dreams To aid humans coordinate her thoughts...
Pillows If only they could talk Ooh, of great stories they would tell The countless times they bathed with tears The many punctures fear left in them The battles they fought... with our warring emotions Human tears, human fears,human failures Young teen libidos they have calmed
Pillows Great asset Yet, unrecognized Best friend Yet never spoken of Value your pillow! Pillows.. They deserve an award.