Love, Poetry

Our Story

If all these

could be woven

into paragraphs

of strings of ink

printed on musty

blank sheets;

how would you

want it to be;

Would it be

of how we meet

the only day out of ninety

that wasn’t chilling

to the depths

of our bones and skin

of how spilled coffee and poetry

somehow coalesce into

soulmates and bliss;

Or would it be

the countless nights of

bellows and cries;

Of endless forgiving and trying

to all our vain attempts

of untying the knot

that we so carelessly bind in between;

Would you rather

the sweet beginnings or

the tumultuous parting

to be our story.

 

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Poetry

Twenty first

Her day

was today

of candles, cakes

warm gestures

well wishes and

everything she could ask for

from a day like today;

Of all is just the start

unto a wider, brighter

more beautiful, branched

hurdled path

that awaits her

bold embarkment;

Starting from this day;

may she grow

wiser

braver

and kinder

with every cobblestone

she lay foot on;

And never will she forget

to find strength in adversity

find love under her own skin

and to always make giving

her priority;

This is her day;

her garden of lilies

and daffodils

all finally effloresced.

 

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Love, Poetry

Worth it

(for Nathan & Elena)

You asked me

if I was happy

if living this life with you

was worth it;

If giving up my past

adrenaline kind of life

was the right thing;

If hearing mundane

routine day to day stories of yours

was pathetically boring

in comparison to even my

journal writings;

If I ever had the chance again

would I choose my life

and not ours;

Would I choose the voyage

that was made and meant for me

the path I’ve always known of

that wasn’t us

to begin with;

I just want to say

that no matter how big

and sturdy a ship is

she will still need

to set for harbor one day;

Maybe that day

is the day

she realises that

the dreary finite green lands

can give her more in a minute

than the endless ocean ever can in a century.

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Love, Poetry

In Denial

Icy cold walls

bounded your soul;

So years I took

trying to find

 the ways

to make

your dimples parade;

yet not once

did laughter shone through

your facade;

Maybe you

were just too frigid

or that

more time would be

necessary;

Yet

I saw

how you smiled

with sparkly eyes

I never known

of when you spoke to her;

I would

give you

the world

but it wasn’t the one

 you desired;

and all along

I was just

in denial.

Daily Prompt: Denial

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Dreams, Poetry

Caged

I sat in a cage;

When they came

and read to me

stories

of those

who wandered

beyond

these four edges;

Men who

reached for the stars

could fly high in the sky

and cross mountains of all heights;

So I lusted

for an adventure

out of these walls

day in

and out

I fought the bars

that held me in;

Believing that one day

I too

can be like those men

that they read

doing almost

unthinkable things;

Tears

and sweat

I shed

till one day

I see them

came back;

 with a silver key

hanging in one of

their pockets;

They sat

and read

the stories

of those

who conquered the beyond

not once touching the keys

dangling on;

Go out there and

you too can achieve wondrous things

they smiled

then left;

And I sat

baffled and disheartened

wondering what

should I do next.

(If it helps you to understand better, “They” refers to society.)

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