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190 · May 2019
My love for you
Alok Kumar May 2019
I clearly remember the day
When I rolled my eyes on you
You became my crush but,
'love' for you was out of blue.

We started to hang out
Everything was working fine
I did everything I could
Yet, you showed me no sign.

You started to avoid me
Your behaviour started to change
You started to maintain distance
Yet, I find it nothing strange.

Somewhere in my heart I knew
You would come down down to it
You became a bad habit of mine
Which I was forced to quit.
I'm not professional at witting poems, I'm still a beginner, help me to sharp myself.
129 · Apr 2019
I met Him today
Alok Kumar Apr 2019
Today I met my true self,
When I looked in the mirror.
'I' was not looking happy,
Nor was I sad..

I was in a dilemma
If I was supposed
To be happy or amazed
As 'he' was talking to me
Through the illusioned face.

I asked him;
Why was he looking so pale?
He gave me a straight answer
Which ruin my entire day.

I asked him;
'What can I do
To make you happy?'

He said to me;
'Live the life you're supposed to
And not to follow others.'

He made a wide smile
And then he disappeared
After thinking a while
All things were
You don't need others to motivate you.
You are enough if you believe in yourself.
120 · Apr 2019
My scared brain
Alok Kumar Apr 2019
My alone time
Is for everybodys welfare.
Because when I'm alone
I'm totally scare.

Scared to think
Why they're friends with me,
Scared to think
Where my future will be.

My lone brain causes
My body harm.
By staying alone
I've grown depression farm.

My brain serves as
Open door way to hell.
Thanks to my friends
I've plenty of stories to tell.
Please correct me in places I'm wrong.
Thankyou.
113 · Apr 2019
Fake Friends
Alok Kumar Apr 2019
My definition for friendship might break your heart,
So, stay humble as I’m about to start.

Always pay close attention to a friend’s action,
It might change as per their reactions.

Because of fake friends I have trust issue,
No matter how hard I try, they use me as tissues.

They always get my trust by always bluffing lie,
I was too innocent back then and was too shy.

They put me in trouble and later they say sorry,
They don’t really mean it, nor do they worry.

They play with me as I’m a game to them,
Too me a while to get it; it was all for fame.

I was scared to lose them, it was my fear,
But, now I’m in a situation where, I won’t let them be near.

All the friends I made till now were fake,
I was their friend, but only for namesake.

I don’t have a person I can call my ‘friend’
Even if I had one, I think it soon will end.
You know friends sometime makes you feel lonely.

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