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 Feb 7 Àŧùl
Pratibha
Give me a call, and I’ll return,
With love that glows, with hearts that burn.
Magic will rise, a spark so bright,
Fading shadows, lost in light.

The sun will shine, the sky will gleam,
A gentle breeze, a peaceful dream.
Let go of doubt, let worries cease,
A single call—brings endless peace.

So call my name, don't be afraid,
Love will bloom, it will not fade.
A chance awaits, a path set free,
Together, we’ll rewrite destiny.
 Feb 6 Àŧùl
Grey mirror
Perhaps another chapter completed,
Abruptly you must say, you didn't see it coming.
It was fun and folly with a hint of healing.
At first the story was not appealing,
Then finding oneself reading
in elaborate details, basking in such entertainment,
Occasionally arguing on its illogical stance.
Out of the blue, the story threw in scientific facts and unsolicited advice,
Followed by apologies for the untamed lingua.
Somehow the familiarity lingered,
Seeking tranquility in every chapter.
 Feb 6 Àŧùl
Grey mirror
Are you in need of a jester?
One who'll make you burst out with laughter
One you can engage in witty banter.
who'll bring out the peculiar laughing sounds
With no desire to weigh you down.
Turning the serious affairs comical
But not with the intent to demean their true essence.
I know it sounds incredibly nonsensical
In a world full of pain and sorrows.
Isn't that why we need some humour?
Since we are unsure of tomorrow.
I suppose we are all in need of a jester.
Humour is a good coping mechanism
Psilocybin silly when the
cops arrive.
Sitting on the couch naked,
laughter, aching jaws.
They ask where my wallet is?
I ask, where are my pants?
Even they laugh.
I can't say mushrooms are
all bad.
They are the catalysts that
brought me back to the
hospital to deal with the
real killer...
*****.
True Story.
I recently did an open mic via zoom at the writer's workshop in Iowa City.  Here's a link.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKnpk9OMWXg&t=25s
 Feb 3 Àŧùl
Liana
Stop
Just for a moment
From your reading of poems

Leave your house
Or look out your window
And see the sky

Take those terrible emotions
And feel them
Set them free
In a scream
A painting
A song
Or maybe a poem

Stop
Just for a moment
Turn off your phone
Open the blind
And just exist

We need to think those bad thoughts sometimes
So they don't pile up and overflow our mind
(this note was written by my apologies for not being active. I was busy trying to paint a frog and focusing ******* not exploding into a bunch of little tiny pieces. I'm still working on the frog but took a little break.)
 Jan 30 Àŧùl
Zhanara
Love comes ONCE
Just
With pain.
28.01.2025
 Jan 22 Àŧùl
Immortality
You
 Jan 22 Àŧùl
Immortality
You
You are the flame
I would burnt in
just to feel your warmth
just simple.... :)
I don't know, it's more like, I am saying this to my goals, lol....

Exams are going on, many done and even more to come....
hectic year.....phewwww....
My friends used
To always be around
Good times, bad times
It didn't really matter
Every day was a new
Exciting adventure

Fast forward 10 years
Our group is scattered
All over the world and
We've become merely
Memoirs to reminisce
On my insomnia nights
Realized I don't have any friend left. Did my depression took the best of me? Did I become that dull? Or that's just how being a grown up supposed to be? I really couldn't say...
I never felt more alone.
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