Poem – A Girl In Me
A Girl, speaks for her insatiable belief.
The thirst, bores her veins & sullen thought evades.
The thirst of the love she demands,
The thirst of her undying belief in him,
The thirst of her veracity lost to him,
And to keep her in venerate.
‘HIM’, he changes faces and garb,
From all she yearns,to stealing her soul, yet making her more thirsty.
It`s easy to give away heart, yet difficult to give her soul.
She, waits for her prince, but he gives her, her mortgaged self in return.
Mortgaged to demands of him, his own vision of perfect her.
Once a time, he wished the sky, for being her linens,
Once a time, he worshiped, the innocent then the imperfect,
Those lines of pain took him aback,
For that one indulgence, he would break free the social.
TODAY it`s her imagination, he would vilify,
TODAY he breaks free outta horizon belittling her idiocy.
Her eyes not gleaming, her face no crimson, yet he sleeps,
He`s breathing raucous, even though it’ll pacify the flame of emotions,
the rage of love, he once said to bear.
Her prince, she epitomized in him, didn’t ever feel her beat?
Her prince, not on a horse, wouldn’t take off her own disasters?
The girl everyday inside bears all but his name,
That once old times,they met, they knew and felt the verve,
And someday, her prince, would walk her down,
Over a lane, hand in hand and say all that ‘TODAY’ u thought was just a dream of yesterday.
Poem – Last Time
It’s probably the last first summer
When we all sweat together
How many times does it matter in the end?
That the AC sounded more like a rumor
What does…
Is that how much sunshine we could gather?
It’s probably the last first rain
And we all had wished the time shall remain
Coz at the end it wouldn’t matter
That how many sheets got wet
But how many pretty faces we hadn’t noticed yet.
It’s probably the last time when we all speak
In full sentences
Hi, hello… hey where have you been?
Coz in the end it doesn’t matter
For how many stories we could share
But how many embraces we can hold on to
Our skin..
Its probably the last time we sit so close
And there’s this one thing of which we have no trace
That it really doesn’t matter of how close we were
But how our eyes would smile
When in this huge crowd it finds a familiar face.
Poem – Just One Night
Don’t forget me
For just one night
And then ill let you go
For your endless flight
That’s all I ask
Just one night
To tell you stories
Have one last fight
For one night
Ill take the softer pillow
And call you names
Before we sleep
For one night
You do not switch off the lights
And I get up in the middle of the night
Just to wake you up
And make you turn them off.
Just for one more night.
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