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Ami Mathur Dec 2024
Withered flowers are what remain with me.
All profound fragrances are gone.
Only flashbacks remain with me—
Lovely, but dreadful,
Because they were the ones that kept me sane.

Normalcy—I try to act it,
But it feels like something insane is acting within me.
Flames that burned out the petals of the purple ones,
Ingrained images—the screams, the cries.

The body that once held me in its arms
Has just become dust,
And I couldn’t do anything about it.
I couldn’t do anything...
Ritual where you put garland on the dead ....those burnt flowers are so in me...I just wish and wonder was there is a way to bring him back...Dad I love you .
Ami Mathur Dec 2024
With recent times I have learnt,
Happiness is momentary.
But does that make it temporary?
Is it just an exaggerated feeling,
That pulls you down and pushes you up
Over and over,
Jumping on and off the railing?

Or is it something divine?
What is happiness?
Can anyone define?
Only the smile on a face can make it revive—
Or could it be something else?
Why is it so hard to understand,
Storming my head to make a stand?
I just want to store happiness,
Like coke in a can.
Inspired by my favorite coke brand and ofcourse happiness for being such a mystery to me.
Ami Mathur Dec 2024
I know, when I was little,
I waited for you at night.
The place I waited for you was home to me,
Where you, I, Mom, and Bro had fun.
Yes, that was home to me.

I fought with you over silly things,
Yes, that place was home to me.
Where you made me learn my lessons,
Yes, that was home to me.

I longed for holidays to see your face,
Yes, that place to visit was home to me.

You're not there; it's just an empty place,
The one I profoundly used to call
Home to me.

Every memory that we build from my childhood to being a noxious adult
The place where we build all of this
Yes that was home to me

Without you even that or any other place.
I don't think I would ever be able to say..
Yes that place is home to me.
This piece for my Dad for I am really missing my him. More of these are the feelings that my mom also feels ....I cannot tell that I resonate with her.
Ami Mathur Dec 2024
Drenched in tears
I woke again in the middle of the night.
A warm hug with you—
Now I am left with agony, weeping high.
Is this justice... to feel all this?
Though don't you worry, just yet from the sky,
I would be fine... just gonna stay awake,
Say a little while,
Say till morning or till the clock strikes nine.

Do you feel this is good?
Happy dreams feel like I live in woods.
I am left with no wish,
Just a desire to confide.
Hope you would be fine with our almighty friend.
Convey my apologies, for if any, I breach the divine.
Ami Mathur Dec 2024
I have seen it in colours.
I have seen it in Black and white.
It feels like it would keep glowing
But will dim within the hue of skylight.
What sustain on earth?
Everything is to perish
Moonlight like flashbacks I perceive
Unforgettable images my eyes recieve.
My eyes begs to stay and fade no more.
And beyond this, I cannot describe my fascination-
That is for sure.
Inspired by the moment that you experience once in a lifetime and there is no repeat..
Ami Mathur Dec 2024
Shallow are my senses.
Just above the line
Deeper the thoughts flow
Finding answers in the bottom of the riverbed
For the questions never afloat.
They sank yet there still, like a vine
Rooted beneath or up the mill
Breezes on the shore
Keeps bringing the quest allure
I can't solve them alone.
For I need a fairy's touch.
Of your magical hand
I know you are here in this midland
Stealing my heart with a whimsical chant.
Amidst the cluttered clouds
Believe me you are my silver lining
Yes, I have love for you.
I speak out loud.
Just for the one I love
Ami Mathur Dec 2024
In the moments of today and tomorrow,
Moments for me are the ones in which I find your blooming smile,
For in the here and now, my life is your life.

Scenes that I store in images are all my fancies,
For in the here and now, my life is your life.

Sounds mesmerizing my soul are of the bird called canary,
That abodes your throat,
For in the here and now, my life is your life.
This verse is inspired from the ikigai book's epilogue where there are lines of a japanese poet which translates to "For in the here and now, my life is your life."
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