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Jan 2023 · 444
Happily Forever
Birumi Swati Jan 2023
In my dreams,
I still walk with you on the beach
Hand in hand
Writing our names in the sand
Finding our way in between the waves
Smiling and posing
Creating our own photo frames
Hiking through the forest trails
Collecting beautiful sea shells
Bathing in the tropical sun
And creating sweet memories on the run
I miss you everyday
And I wish I could stay
The way I was back there
Just you and me happily forever...
Jun 2021 · 113
Good night kiss
Birumi Swati Jun 2021
A sweet melody
Coming from my guitar strings
It's the song that my heart sings
When it touches your presence
It's a breath that my heart takes
When it catches your essence

I know you're not mine
But you're the sunshine
I wait to see after each dark night.
Even in the falling dusk
You shine so bright.
You make me whole
You make me wanna be a better soul.

Whatever the future is to unfold
Right now, it's you my eyes wanna behold
Whether the moon is full or it's crescent
When you kiss me good night
It's always pleasant.
A melody of love
Apr 2020 · 145
Fun In The Graveyard
Birumi Swati Apr 2020
Don't leave me all alone
Into the dark unknown.
All this time I was living a lie
A lie for which I could die.
All this time I was on the run
A graveyard is no place to have fun.

Don't leave me here to bleed
It's my love. Not my greed.
I begged you and cried
Until all of my tears dried
Until my dreams turned into horror
My heart a shattered mirror

I begged you and pleaded
Losing you was my most dreaded.
But you were never mine to lose
& you were much more than my muse.

I saw my death in your eyes
In that death I found my paradise.
You rightly said I lost my mind
You rightly said I got blind.

I begged you sobbing
"Please don't go"
You said
I might be someone you don't know.
Apr 2020 · 109
Broken dreams
Birumi Swati Apr 2020
How I believed there was 'us'
How I believed there was trust
How I believed there was love.
I believed you are someone
I once called my own.
But the day I asked who I am
You blinked twice and said
The thing I always dread
You said
You have never known me
It brought me down to my knee
When you said
You have never known me.
I never knew how a life would be
Where you'ld deny to know me.

How I believed there was dream
My love was a bit extreme
There was hope
And you were my reason to cope
With all of my tragedies
But you blinked twice
And watched me die
And get burried under my broken dreams.

You blinked twice
While I was being burried alive
Under my broken dreams.
Apr 2019 · 370
Different
Birumi Swati Apr 2019
Hey !
what are you laughing at?
Are you laughing at that girl
With freezey hair,
Baggy, over sized clothes?
You're Giggling meanly from behind
Because of those?

Her ragged dress is all you can see,
Her messy hair is all you notice,
Can't u see the pain in her eyes?

No she's not fortunate like you
To get the love of her mother
Or be pampered by her father

You  laugh at her *****,hardened hands?
Yeah those are the same hands
she puts on her lips
And cry every night silently.
As silent as the moon above her head.

Although just 13,
the little girl  is not fortunate like you
To run & complaint to anyone
When she's mercilessly beaten up
By those, supposed to take care of her.

She waits for the nights
To lay awake under the stars
and remember her past
Her father, her mother
Those happy days.

What happened to life?
Why her world turned upside down?
Why is she so helpless and feeble
In this ever known town?

With a dust storm in her heart
She wakes up.
Yet another day to cope.
But she has her will and her strong hope.

You think she's weird,
cz she doesn't gigle in small jokes?
Oh she doesn't find them funny.
They don't amuse her anymore.
What's more amusing than this life?
What's more laughable
than her will of still going on?
Walking miles after miles
With blisters in her feet,
Along the desserted street.
Wearing
An worn out, torn out, old muddy sandle.
Yeah go on. Laugh at that too.

You think she didn't hear what you said?
She might be thick skinned
But sister she's not deaf.
And she knows it's ok to be different.

Struck by untimely age
That old soul, although 13
But feels like she has seen a lot
Lived a hundred lives
And left them behind one by one.

Now she has learnt to let go.
She has taught herself to grow.
She's taught herself to live alone.

Not look for a helping hand
Or reside in a castle of sand.
Though she has none to speak to
About her grims
She writes them down
About All her hopes and all her dreams.

One day she'll
stand by her friend
Who was bullided in school for being a boy and still having long hair.
One day She'll stand up for her friend  against unwanted stare.

She'll know,
No one should be subjected to torment.
Cz She knows it's ok to be different.

So go on.
Laugh and gigle at anyone you want.
Throw your hatred and your tont.
A bullie is all you'll ever see
While looking at the mirror.
And it'll make the poor little girl stronger.
Stronger than you can ever be.
Apr 2019 · 135
Dead or Alive
Birumi Swati Apr 2019
Frozen flesh,  turned into stone
Drained of blood.
Yeah that's my heart
So pale and gray
And cold,  placed in an ice tray.
Still as the mountain
Silent as time.
And here it is.My crime.

My scars and bruises,
The thorns and roses
All surprised
To see me alive
Am I not supposed to die?

The waves say they saw me drown
The dust says it saw me choked
The earth waits there. You see?
Wants to bury me
This time it won't let me flee.

The violet dusk
Halts my walk.
Why pretend to live?
Asks the rock -
I stumbled upon.
"Lay there, Stiff & shy."
Says a vulture and bids good bye.

It's night
Eyes wide open
Is this how we feel when dead?
Or  am I alive?
The owl hoots
Barks the wolf
From a mile.

It asks me to go home
And fake another smile.
Dec 2018 · 184
Raining Clouds
Birumi Swati Dec 2018
I promised myself
I won't meet you again.
I promised my eyes
I will cry only when it rains.
I promised my words
I'll utter them only in your absence
I promised myself
I'll no more sense your presence.

Dear, I walked a thousand miles
I shed a thousand tears
I failed a thousand times
And lived a thousand years
Only to call your name,
I captured your silhouette
And put it in a silver photo frame.

I have no desire to see you
No desire to bathe in winter dew
No desire to fly high up the air lane
Where
The cloud struck me with thunder
Instead of rain.

My dear, You don't know
About the blisters in my feet
Caused by walking alone
Along the infinite street.
You don't know how far I ran,
Ran from you
So far that you can't find me,
Not even in your memory...
Not even in a fake story...

But you are still here.
Here in my dreams,
In my nightmares,
My melancholy lullabies
And my morning prayers.

But I don't wanna see you again.
I don't wanna endure that pain.
But I'll call the clouds by your name,
I'll cry again when it will rain!
I'll cry again when it will rain!
Aug 2018 · 1.2k
Adventurous
Birumi Swati Aug 2018
I wish my life would be crazy!
Don't wanna spend
Another day being lazy.
Similar routine of daily life,
Never let my craziness thrive.
Sometimes it feels so boring.
Don't wanna spend
Another night snoring.
But what would the excitement be?
What's the new thing, i wanna see?
Wish I could get lost somewhere.
In a jungle or an island,
Yes i could dare.
Could climb on a mountain
Or go under water,
could be a horse rider or a hunter.
I would push the boundaries
To the furthest corner.
and go anywhere without a warner.
I'd love to lose my way
In the Grand Canyon.
Alone there. away from a billion.
I'd love to get thirsty in the Sahara
Or in 'Thar', be a 'banjara'.
would love to pass through
The scary Amazon,
where i'd see neither sunshine
Nor the horizon.
Or
Could go inside the cursed Pyramids,
& explore all of Cleopatra's jewelries.
Wanna jump from a flying chopper,
Or feel hot by some volcano vapour.
Get in a rocket and go to the Moon,
Or go up high in a hot air balloon.
All out of my reach.
Even a far away sea beach.
My desires all set to go down.
All I can do is, have a bike ride,
on the roads of my lovely small town.
Aug 2018 · 996
The Silent Scream
Birumi Swati Aug 2018
Three months.
Three months of pain
I engulfed all, in vain.
My thoughts recalled your name,
On my diary page,
On my mind, heart, soul
Like a never ending game.

I fought hard,
I fought with all my strength.
Fought against your shadow.
I went to the furthest length
To forget you
To regret you
To deny you
To defy you...
But all in vain,
All I got was pain.

Burdened with guilt
My every breath,
My eyes and the tears beneath,
My silent screams,
My scarlet dreams
Echoing your name,
It was such a shame.
Shame of losing everything
In a routeless chase,
Everytime ending up in haze.

Three months
My eyes burned
In the fire of your memory,
Yet there's nothing I learned.
Three months
My days were numb
My nights were blind,
It's you I ever hoped to find,
But all in vain,
All I got was pain.

Hiding it with wide smiles
I started my journey of miles,
Broken and bent,
Burdened with letters I never sent
And will never send
And will never send.

Crossing the horizon of right and wrong
This is one melancholy song
That will never be sung,
Will never get it's note.
I just have words to 'quote'...
Words of you
Still echoing in my ears
And you never 'gave a ****'
So,
I'll wipe the rest with smiles and tears.
Jun 2018 · 202
The Drown
Birumi Swati Jun 2018
I'm drowning
I'm drowning in this whirlpool,
I'm losing my cool.
The clouds overhead,
They thunder and lighten
The lightning strikes my vein
And burns me, burns my heart
But I'm helpless like a wingless bird.
It's a disaster
It's devastation
It's catastrophe in creation.

There's smog all around me,
I have my eyes wide open
But I still can't see.
The smog's thickening,
It's darkening
And I'm disappearing.
I'm disappearing into the darkness,
My compulsion is my blindness
And I can not be cured
Cause may be
I don't wanna see
May be I don't wanna see.

The tornado blew away my Veil,
I'm standing naked and exposed
I'm standing in hell.
But you can't touch me
You can't save me
You can't help me
Cause may be
I don't wanna be saved
Maybe I don't wanna be saved.

Walking down this dusty road
Slipping and stumbling.
My breaths created a dust storm
And the dust isn't settling
The darkness is now uniform ;
I got lost
I lost the track of time
I lost the track of route
And the north star can't guide me
Cause may be
I don't wanna be found
May be I don't wanna be found.

But someday you might find me
By the beating heart's deafening sound
And if you do,
That day,
Please don't let me go.
Please don't let me drown.
This poem is about the state of mind of a person expressed with metaphors.

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