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It’s a no

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Light from the slit darkened

Alarming me of a known arrival

As I looked back and squinted

He’s there, though a little heavier

I searched his eyes

To know what he wanted this time

But they’re blank like a sea

With too much running inside

He tried taking it away, my rotten heart

My strength was brittle but I had a power to raft

It was a battle between present and past

I couldn’t give it as for me it’s all

I need time eternal, apparently for no reason

But it’s my future, it’s my vengeance.

Drops of love

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“Why are you crying, baby?”

She continues crying.

“C’mon, he’s not gonna die.. It’s just a movie of melodramatic story”

She doesn’t reply and cries louder, watching the movie together with him, resting her head on his lap.

“Tell me.. Why are you crying so much.. It’s not even real?”, he asked, fondling her glossy- short hair.

She blinks her eyes, freeing the dribble of tears pouring down from her eyelashes rendered with black mascara.

Later then, she squints towards his face to see whether he’s hiding his eyes away from her.

She feels the unaltered ardent glory of passion she’d on him while staring at the wetness beneath his mysterious eyes last night. Most of the times, he does this to hide away from her and lay down happiness in her. But this time, she catches him instantly and suddenly rises up from his lap.

She sits, crossing her both thighs around his lap and holds his jaw in her palm. He tries to break out from her innocent figure, a portrayal of an emotionally dissociated part of his love.

“I know it’s not real, but I know you will do the same for me if such sort of circumstances would come..”, she replies while hugging him without looking at his eyes. All-in-all, he realizes what she is actually thinking of him. He never tries to question her: she feels so secure to wrap his arms around her.

A Cycle

 
 
This poem I wrote for a contest that didn’t work out. It describes our existence on earth, our evolution and our cycle. We are born then we live to die and this cycle goes on. And same is for our planet, Earth. It describes the importance of being “grey”. That is, good and bad are always there with a balance. Now, I think, it’s going quite boring so just read it and feel free to share your opinion with me on the same.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Let’s move back like ago three billions
Where there’s nothing except some illusions
Warily O warily, this emptiness wailing hollow 
Walked towards a dazzling shadow to make it hallow
Then, the grace the sheen and the floating traits
Trolled the distance between, to bud a wad
And this is how man got its first trace
In something called life, a race
 
Now, we on the page One of Man’s story
Where he’s on the learning path to glory
Gaily O Gaily, He’s trying working and fighting to live
To do justice to a gift that universe rarely gives
Then the fire the food and the turning wheel
Set “ON” the playing pictures of his life’s reel
And then, he makes his dormant emotions agile
That carry the power to turn him both, Strong and fragile.
 
He played the role of a father mother sister or a brother
And of a son daughter friend enemy or a lover
Slowly O slowly, he learned to help to give and to care
But to learn only good and divine is, darling, a dream mere
With light comes the dark; with good time comes the hard
So, with truth he gained lies and with friendship he made envy ties
While giving birth to man another, he didn’t hesitate to kill the other
With kindness he turned greedy as the lust and luxuries tickled him hungry
 
Beginning with all good then slowly tainting
is a godly wisdom to attain nothing enchanting
Freely O freely, every positive have to meet opposite
To, again, be a balanced zero with stability lit
Man has followed the same thus on a way to destruction
to end this land which is preparing for a new excursion
The wrong shall rise, for the above right so holy
to complete the cycling wheel for the start of a new journey.