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I was honing my voice
he was building his muscles
to impress our common interest.

Whenever she was at the roof
he was seen doing squats and push-ups
I was heard singing love songs
taking the notes to that high scale
where my voice invariably cracked
and his bones creaked with exercises.

The three roofs became one battlefield
where two warriors would rather die fighting
than give up the princess to the other.

One day she would smile at me
when I would extend the limit of my voice
the repertory of my vocal talent
but for reasons best known to her
the very next day she would feign
I wasn't existing on the roof
and it was all muscles her eyes got stuck into.

Then she stopped coming to the roof.

The two warriors had only each other as company
the days were never the same
for she was married off to have new interest
and having lost the race for common interest
he started singing mournful songs
and I decided it was time
to give voice to my muscles.
I badly needed this recollection to cheer myself up.
I take these pills to make me thin
I dye my hair
and cut my skin
I try everything
to make them see me
But all they see is someone that's not me

Even when I'm walking on a wire
Even when I set myself on fire
Why do I always feel invisible
Every day I try to look my best
Even though inside I'm such a mess
Why do I always feel invisible

Here inside, my quiet hell
You cannot hear, my cries for help
I try everything, to make them see me
But everyone sees what I can't be
Radheshyam

ninety years
and hasn't won one transaction.

He has lost each and every dealing

failed business
lost job
broken family

down in everything

smiled upon only in mocking
looked upon only with pity
befriended only to be exploited

poor in maths
always ended up on the wrong side of measurement

fool in love
her woman bore the child of another

unskilled in societal ways
cursed by one and all

and to top it all
he wasn't clever enough to know
why it were so
he wanted to reach out to everyone
but none could reach out to him.

Radheshyam
named after god
but never someone's god

ninety years of being a loser
he doesn't feel.

The stray animals and birds love him much.

He feeds them,
they repay with love.
Get lost is the most
used word by bored
sisters and tired  brothers who hear
it and heard that the herd
of curses from their sister's head
is going to vanish, then they would banish
themselves when the devilish
sister bark  and mark
their mom's work.

They are troublesome they do say
but according to a brother's say
it means awesome.
To keep disturbing is going
to be enjoyable when they are able
to make it applicable
to ruin the rain
of pain and strain
and vain and lightning
the amazing and happy things.

But my sister says that like monkeys
we are useful keys to unlock the locks
of happiness and flocks
of interesting blocks of new worlds.
But you know when these things
go jammed like kettles steaming
and kittens calling,
their mind goes blind
like blinds of windows,
like the faces of widows.
Then all was quiet in the world
As the shouted goodbye was said
Hanging head in defeat
The last candle snuffed out

The book being read finished
Climbing into bed
Last chapter done
Not knowing if tomorrow will be new

A lone candle stands
It's light not lit
Bursts forth into life
A new chapter started

Then all was quiet in the world
Head now held high
The candle burns bright
As the whispered hello is said
The mightiest of words come from the most quiet....
All of my insecurities and doubts have vanished
Because I heard you say you love me and then list the reasons why
My questions have been answered and my fears erased
To know that you need me in every part of life
And although you say you aren't ready
Knowing that you can not picture a future without me has taken away my crazy
You are mine and although I might have to share you for a little while
I know that no matter who it is I am irreplaceble
We have forgotten entire worlds and only remember those forever present
We have worked very hard and ventured very far and forgotten a lot of it
Many of the memories only surface when they're splashed with relevance
We found entire kingdoms but they melted away in the blink of an eye
We know many things and many stories that we cannot remember at all
We're forgetting epiphany's that we are having, and our found loved ones
Many many valuable memories are trapped in the corner of our eyes
And when we cry and don't know why it's because they are trying find us
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