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Aires Jan 30
Hello, My friend!
You complete me in ways I never thought possible.
Some days, the thoughts inside me threaten to consume me,
but your silly sense of humor turns everything around.
Though I wither too soon, your presence breathes life back into me.

What remains unknown is what keeps us well.
We never counted the fleeting days,
lost in the demands of youth and the rush of spring's adrenaline.
Your soothing support and calming presence have a charm of their own.

What comes next is a mystery,
but let’s not forget to cherish the little nuisances that make us who we are.
Aires Jan 24
I thought everything is fine.
Closing my eyes to wake up in another world of dream.
When I feel hopeless than there is always an icecream.
People around me talking the hell out of them.
Nothing is calm everything is lame.
But, I have reason to smile and some sort of hope.
Everything is going in Loop.
But, you are the new melody which struck in my nerves..
Sometimes this melody, I don't deserve.
But, when you try to leave, my heart pull the strings to stop you.
Now please turn back and simply it.
I want to say something.
I want you to wait.
Is it same way around?, the question arises.
But, when you turn back.
I knew there is hope that doesn't die.
You wait for my silence.
I wait for my words.
Than I thought, I shouldn't keep you waiting.
I smile, you nod.
But something is incomplete.
I think melodies are meant to be incomplete.
Let's complete it tomorrow probably.
But....
Aires Jan 17
Four poles, four people, and I have four corners.
The color in me is red with a white background.
People like my colorful side, so they like me outside.
The strife of words has a momentary fragrance.
My simplicity requires the exclusivity of life.

My first fold is rather simple,
Closing the doors to my white side
And revealing my colorful side.

My second need is mythical,
Making me smaller while enlarging my weight.

My third fold is about keeping myself.

My fourth fold presents me to the whole world with layers.

Before my fifth fold,
I must fold myself into diamond and open up.

The last fold makes me lenient.
Now, I am a boat,
Discovering myself in this ocean.
Summary:
Here the poem is referring to making of craft boat.
With each fold there is symphony with life.
Aires Jan 3
In this busy days,
I forgotten you.
But today let me ask you something,
Do you like him?
Because I don't.
......
(Smile)
I thought, you would ask me about our whereabouts.(Silence)
I like his voice maybe eyes too,.
Maybe smile,that's all.
But, I don't like him!
(Lie).
Sometimes you love but it hard accept
That may leads to forgetting yourself.
Aires Dec 2024
I'm happy on green grass and blue sky above me, peace.
Remembering the day I cried, to day I crawled, day I walked it's all imagination.
Imagination is option when I know I did it but I can't remember but my attachments remember.
Every phase has attachment which is unbothered and undefined yet there.
When sky above me tells how free it is and grass below me tells me how lively it is, I understood it not just me but people around me makes me what I am.
The simple smile to heartfelt cry
To be cautious yet cheerful
Clumsiness and acceptance coming handy.
It's all attachments around me giving me.
I'm alone yet the memories starts the talk.
Someday the attachments may get to rigid.
To be ready for, that feeling is also important.
To confine the self-respect above all and everything even if it's special attachment.
So, the attachments are below me and self-respect is sky high.
Aires Dec 2024
"Do you really like me?" I asked, keeping all my self - esteem aside.
I need to known !

.......

"I am a quiet person, but I don't like silence near me. I like you.
You give me reason to talk. Even if someday you get bored and don't talk to me. I can live life with your trivial moments because,
YOU MATTER TO ME."
Aires Nov 2024
I'll make everything myself
I'll never leave myself
I'll never glid the inch way
I'll never drop the happiness away
I'll ask myself what is good?
I'll repay the loan of motherhood
Today I'm in a great sleep
Thinking all this
Breathes are slow and cool
Something is different
I think I'm in great sleep
My mom is as always calling me loudly
My dad having breakfast silently
Nothing new
I could see everything but, I haven't woken yet
Am l in dream
There was a shiver silence when my mom came to me
What happened I don't know...
I slept with "their will be tomorrow".
Let my hands with no fear
But I didn't woke up
Their was no tomorrow.
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