Will you look at stars
When you think of me?
Will you love yourself
will you do it for me?
Will you hold my hand
When you walk with me?
Will you smile at me
Will you just be there?
Will you walk alone
And not be sad?
Will you laugh out loud
will you do it for me?
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 12:28 AM UTC
Rising from the pyre
I learn and relearn,
And again I unlearn!
I loved and unloved,
The desire for his love
Till I fall back,
Satire and saudade
Hit by Reverence and redolence
I hold on, I let go
I move on and I revisit
The macabre of untold!
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 12:27 AM UTC
Some day!
Someday I will catch the sun
Slay the stars
And sail ashore
Someday I will fly so high
Flaunt your love
And free the sighs!
Someday I will un-cage my heart
Call your phone
And calm your soul
Someday I will dance on my toes
Dread no more
And daunt no more
Someday! There will be some day
I'll laugh out loud
And it won't be a lie!
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 12:26 AM UTC
Never been an ardent fan
An admirable follower is who I am,
Never been lingering in voice-mail
Just a quick "hi" is who I am
Never fell for the hoes and highs
Silence in eyes I read,
Never the hugs, neither kisses
Just the smile that sighs!
Never did I fall
Every time I fell I did rise,
Not the love, love is often profaned
Just worshiped stars in the dark.
_rewa
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 2:19 AM UTC
How magnificent is the bourgeoisie!!!
How is the proletariat feeble?
There is but the naive capitalism
Yet the laissez-faire rot!
There is not a single dismay,
Non prolific is the gray!
The lost souls of aristocratic,
However, shall pay!
The lusterous scrappers
Orenated, the walls drape of ravishing sprays
No nuisances, no broken window panes,
For now the children dont play!!
For haven't I done more than,
What the society deserves!
For I am the creator
Of the brackish bays!
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 3:45 AM UTC
Now I can breath in the valley air,
Sans the fear and despair,
Though I have never been to
the scrumptious valley fair.
Stories of the turmoils,
Bloodshed and the toils,
Now I can see the sun
rising from horizon of scare.
Lofty and lushly I hear,
Chinar trees sear,
Blood red, mauve, yellow leaves,
allegorical, the bruise heal.
Insurgence has met its expiration,
Reverent, stands the nation,
And now after the tremulous affair
Let's breath in the valley air.
Bostful, the national pride,
Paradoxical waft shall end,
And as a nation, we stand,
To breath in the valley air.
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC