When the old thoughts creep back in
and you feel cold underneath your skin
When the old days flash right through
and you think that it’s the midnight’s blue
When you start to run quicker and faster
but time catches you swifter and sooner
When your memory’s a blurry, crumbled picture
with a tiny bit of frown and a bit of smile, a dash of tears but sprinkles of hope!
Pause. Stay. Stop. And breath…
do not fall prey to the past’s agonizing bond.
But ‘begone!’ you yell out loud to it’s face
for only then will it shiver and abscond.
P.S.: Poetry after sooo long, yaayy! Comment and let me know what do you feel about this poem. Did you like it? 😀
Day breaks, courage fails. Name crawls, memories etch. Give it love, you take back fear. The doubt you had, becomes now crystal-clear!
I feel like a blank sheet gazing, moving, trying to fit into the hollow sockets. The place that once showered love, now depicts only a pale face. A face which is half dead. A face which only pretends.
I feel like a blank sheet thinking upon words. Words to spill out of me, for when I have none. Words to save me, from the moments of turmoil.
I feel like a blank sheet, when I have to say. Say, to express, to tell them what I feel. But what do I feel? Is it then safe, to presume, that what crosses my mind at that instance is what I feel?
I feel like a blank sheet when they want answers. The answers to the questions that I think so much about. The questions that I tend to ponder on and on upon!
Yet, they say that I don’t care a bit. They say, I don’t think about the grave, important stuff. If I try and show them, my scratched, clear blank sheet, wouldn’t they all call me a bluff?
Misunderstandings create a rift, Misunderstandings create a drift.
A rift so deep, steep and edgy, a drift so aimless, frame-less and foggy.
It makes one person an evil, draconian devil, and makes another an innocent lame saint.
But, I feel, misunderstanding itself is a devil amongst us, that creates a rift, a drift and a huge fuss!
Building up a person’s image, as it can be seen, is but a human nature..
Albeit, have you ever thought that, that same person might consider it a torture?
A few may find solace in speaking their heart out, to their confidant;
the other few may want to live life as a hermit, talking to their own inner-self.
Respect people as they are, or else it might create a war.
For every single person is unique, and misunderstandings only create a breach…