poetry, writing

Natural Jigsaw

Nature has that one child whom everyone loves despite the pain and misery it would cause. That child is love. This piece is about two people, who are brilliant individuals but they no longer fit together.

 

A mountain goat and a lion

They did not belong together

But the thread of love

Wound them close

Till they both felt like one

 

Young, sweet

Naïve love

Didn’t realize that it paired up

A predator and a prey

Love was always too free-willed

To obey even nature’s laws

 

Love only thought from the heart

Love only thought about the heart

Nothing else matters to love

It only did what it thought

The heart wanted

 

But nature doesn’t work like that

So, nature did

What nature does

The prey and the predator

The lion and the goat

They cannot be together.

 

The mountain goat used to work hard

The puissant lion had forgotten to hunt

but can a predator ever leave his ways?

The lion’s weight used to crush the goat’s dreams

She lay on the ground, unable to do what she loved

 

Her life’s purpose was to travel,

She wanted to explore

Nothing mattered to her more than her dreams

The lion was a family guy,

He wouldn’t interact much but

He needed everyone around

 

The goat felt suffocated under his paws

She felt she couldn’t reach her true potential

She wasn’t cut out for the subdued life

The lion. However, couldn’t let her go

Not so easily

 

They deluded themselves

Claimed that it was all a part of love

However, the thread of love

Had developed far too many cuts

It just couldn’t keep holding

The prey and the predator together.

 

I have long forgiven them

My human versions of the lion and the goat

Because I understand

Their lives require different jigsaw pieces

Pieces of happiness that would complete them.

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poetry, writing

Grieving for myself

They all say

I’m sorry for your loss

But how do I explain

what I truly lost

 

How do I let them know?

That I lost myself

Somewhere down the line

When I was too busy

Being the hollow shell of a person

I had become

 

They all say

you’ll find someone better

But who’s better for me

Than me?

 

How do I replace what I was?

With someone I don’t even recognize

Someone who’s smile doesn’t quite reach their eyes

Someone who can’t seem to belong even in a crowd

Someone who overthinks to a point that her head feels it would explode

 

How do I replace the cheerful, loving, caring, beautiful me?

Who I used to love and adore?

With this self-loathing, under-confident, empty and sad being

Who I can’t even look in the eye?

 

They all say

It gets better with time

But time took me away

Away  from myself

And left me with a stranger

Who I just can’t bring myself to love

 

Because she doesn’t feel like me

She doesn’t smile like me

The lopsided grin with crinkled eyes

It all seems so ingenuine and transitory.

 

I hope time does make things better

I hope time brings me back to myself

I hope I get to be happy

Again

Because I can’t wait to fall in love with myself

Again.

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poetry

Days of blue

blue.

a color so beautiful and yet used to describe the negative feelings in a human being.

the blue skies try

mixing the oranges and the pinks

trying to create a sunset

to liven up the gray inside

till it gets overpowered by the ash of who i used to be

 

i look at the light blue of my walls

the ocean of thoughts found in it

the sticky notes , trying to add color

bring positivity in my life

 

 

my walls call out to me

invite me to party

till me feet can’t dance anymore

till they feel as heavy as the cement in the walls

 

they squeeze my boundaries

suffocate and choke me in them

the prison in the walls

created by my mind

 

their blue feels lonely without mine

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poetry, writing

Sorry

I’m tired

I’m tired of trying t live up to your expectations

I’m tired of trying to be good enough for your love

I’m sorry I can’t be my little sister

I’m sorry I’m not worthy of your love

You may deny it

You may disagree

But in my heart od harts

I know

You are like this only with me

Only because you can’t love me

Maybe one day

I’ll know your reasons

Maybe understand you even

 

I like to believe

That maybe once upon a time

You loved me

But I must have gone wrong somewhere

Obviously

Or I wouldn’t be getting hurt

By the on

Who is supposed to be

Always by my side

I’m sorry dad.

I’m sorry I couldn’t be your girl

I’m sorry I am not good enough.

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poetry, writing

Beach Body

Not long ago

I felt a shift inside

The high tides of euphoria

No longer rested on the sandy shore

Of my heart

 

There was a pull

Deep inside

Breaking the strings of my guitar

Stopping

The melody of my rib cage

 

You had come onto the beach

And brought with you

High tides and waves

That filled my glass like veins

With the sweet nectar of happiness

 

But then

You left me

Surrounded by low tides

That eroded the shore of my heart

And filled me with a melancholy vibe

 

No longer did my guitar strum

No longer did people stay

On my sandy beach

And my glass like veins carried only poison now

Slow as lead

And even more painful

Than death.

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Random Thoughts, writing

Random Thought #2

Well, me being me, I couldn’t study yet again and my brain just went like…”So… do you like…. cheese?”

That my friends, is how you flirt.

Do you get the reference? We can be best friends if you get the reference XD.

 

P.S Should I give song suggestions?

 

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poetry, writing

Late Night Lullaby

I torture myself

Day after day,

Thinking, maybe it was me,

Who drove you away.

 

One for sorrow

Two for joy

Looking out the window,

I always used to cry.

 

I saw those happy couples

A figment of my imagination, of course

But I was one and they were two

I think we all knew, who had sorrow and who had joy

 

Three for a girl

Four for a boy

Meet me in the woods

Leave your beloved behind

 

You had three

Your life was fine

A four on his way

As you left your beloved behind

 

Five for silver

Six for gold

I still live

With a hope

 

Her face was beautiful like silver

Your lies spun from gold

Like everyone, you both had

A secret never to be told

 

It lies deep inside

Buried with the remains of your bodies

Hold them tight, my dear

In your eternal sleep, all day and night

 

One for sorrow

Two for joy

Three for a girl

Four for a boy

Five for silver

Six for gold

Seven for a secret

Never to be told

I sing to myself

As I sleep tonight.

 

 

This poem was inspired by the book “The Girl on the Train”. 

Let me know what you think of it in the comments section!

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poetry, writing

A glance in the coffee shop

This poem has been written as a narrative, but it is a work of pure fiction. Please do not take it otherwise.

Love at first sight

Happened all right.

 

You walked right up

I sat, mesmerized.

The world stood still

Even the haters were quiet

 

You started conversation

And time flew by

8 am coffees became 10 am breakfasts

Which turned into 8 pm dinner dates

To 10 pm movie nights

 

It was all fun and games

We called it love

It wound us so close

I thought we were one

 

I didn’t realize that

Just maybe

We weren’t one

Instead I was killing you

Taking your life, making it mine

And calling it ours

 

A little selfish on my part

But you never seemed to mind

You went along

Even agreed to the happily ever after

 

A month into husband and wife

Your true colors started to shine

And one fine day, the nightmare arrived

 

You came home drunk

Sadistic, a little angry,

Ready to fight.

 

A stupid argument

Led to you, using force that night

Bound and gagged me

You had your way

 

Then suddenly tender,

You took care of me

Guess the realization

Did dawn on you that day

 

So you took care of me

But this time

In a different way

 

You called out to me

“Let me check on your neck” you said

Brought down the knife

And killed the bride.

 

What are your thoughts on this piece? Let me know in the comments.

 

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