My wanderer {micro poetry}

Unhealed

It’s not visible to eyes,

but the feeling is deep down

digging a grave,

inside my heart

no one is at peace

melancholy has settled

like a sudden change in weather

like a pain that’s intangible

can’t tell where it hurts

but somewhere it does

so I bury myself – the crestfallen one

maundering without an ambition

which made me hollow

To be gentle with me

is the only thing I plead

Don’t open the wounds

that haven’t started to bleed

Trapped

It hurts gently like the cold rain

I wipe them,

 the tears rolling down

and yes, beyond recognition

lies my past

with mixed shades of pink and brown

 where I stood at departure holding my faith

waiting for the moment

that never came

and will never come

because the verdict was announced

and there was a bedlam

and the fragrance of pain

is all over the air

so I get up and rise still in pain

because I am strong

to remind everyone

that strong doesn’t mean no pain

Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash

 

Time doesn’t heel always

Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.

– Blaise Pascal

It doesn’t hurt anymore, for that I must thank you,

Though forgetting promises has become part of you,

Some questions are still awaiting answers,

And here I am wondering if you can help with few.

Talking about the one above us, I heard he doesn’t exist anymore,

But the truth is that your glance is as good as worshipping at his door.

Oh short lived love but colorful love

Since the time you left, my lips haven’t stopped complaining

Ever since the ship of my heart has been dangling and sinking…

And now the tears have begun a revolt

My heart is now overflowing with tears, so cold.

Your absence is interrupting my life…

Ever heard of a broken heart that still wants to beat?

Because now the heartbeat is almost a need…

Pain has never been a one way transaction, so can you please stop hurting?

The day you will realize this, oh you will be back with your love spurting.

Just one question – why is this life becoming a haunt?

Awaiting the last breath has pretty much become a want

I am done calling out for you, now it’s your decision

Not sure what I am waiting for, but waiting has become a habit, without compulsion….

Silence – a Punishment

“When words become unclear I will content with silence and the sound that will make is not going to be pleasant, I promise…!”

-Self

The most awaited dusk has now gone

Believe me, it still hurts at the same place

We haven’t spoken a word and here comes the dawn

Times haven’t changed, my heart still gets lost in the same old maze

In this new world of mine, i am still reminded of you and old times

As they begin to drag me to the past

Its my right and my wish as well

Let me just stay unconscious, it heals me fast

If you ever miss me, just close your eyes

Even closed eyes can give you satisfaction immense

Its your destiny, your path, your tries

Still the pain in MY heart grows dense

It’s because of you there exists a weird happiness

Life isn’t the same unfair game for everyone

The words that didn’t do their magic then

See – without a word spoken now, the game is done

Loved you to moon and back

and faced the consequence

These wishes don’t ever come true

Regardless of what you gain, the lesson here is

At this point in time, life always turns blue

Let this dream be a dream for ever

Because when love scars it cuts deep

Its impossible to bear this pain again

Its difficult to say goodbye once again, for the promises you didn’t keep…

The Odd One

Oh the odd one

You are the special one

You are the bright one

You are the charming one

You are the strong one

Any when you feel you are odd one,

Remember there is someone for everyone

The moon has stars

The Sun has rays

Wounds have scars

Nights have days

And life must go on..

Clouds make thunders

Thunders make rains

Rains do wonders

When they wash your pain

And life must go on..

I sit idle wondering

If i truly was healed

My heart goes out for all

Whom time has sealed

And life must go on..

There is someone for all

No one is alone

No one is destined to fall

No one deserves to be thrown

And life must go on..

Destroyed

“How happy is the Blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the Spotless mind!
Each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned: “
– Eloisa to Abelard, Alexander Pope,

Should i forget you or remember you, I m not sure

The pain is so brutal, it’s not worth the cure..

If you can interpret it right, you have my consent

If you don’t, I could be a penance, you will repent

You be drunk if you take my sip

And I will happily be the reason to sink your ship

Yes, I am here, with you and still being without you

Displeased with myself, for something I already knew

I can stay happy and still connect with all the pain

I can live all the pain and still be closest to the happiness rain

You may know me as dew drop…but

If you believe in me I will be the joy pop

Look at that dew drop, I am the storm in there

I am the undissolved venom of this universe, beware

Your silence is the proof I am your guilt at the peak

I am the obsession in you, that words can’t speak

Why look at the start, that I am the result all above!

What led me here? Regardless, now I am destroyed in your love..

A happy soul is a myth

A deeply sad soul
Emotions going on a ride
Hopes ripped and fractured
Faith lies wounded near infinity Waiting to be found
A thirst unquenched
A job half done
A broken promise
will it ever make it

The storm awaits…

The last hug

A Disappointed Soul

I am not too motivated to make a sketch so I am just posting the poem. Hope someone out there will relate…

Sometimes all you need is to keep you to yourself, Because you know no one but you will understand you here.

It feels like you live in a world of fake beings, And the one voice that will sooth your soul, is just not there…

Shall I fly to the land of escape called sleep or Shall I call out for you hence feel at peace, are you willing to share?

I made it to this, by giving away my peace, do you think what happened to me, is all fair?

Occasionally love comes to my mind, when I see those birds flying in pair.

It’s not that I am immune to this pain, but I wonder who anyway here wants to care…