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Time* is in your pockets,

Hurry up and light the rockets,

Put your *emptiness
in the sockets,

Spread smiles and add jollity to the list of dockets,

Make a wish today, and wear your lucky lockets.
Let'em worry, you don't stop chasing what is yours.
 Feb 2015 Bharti Singh
ryn
Felled
 Feb 2015 Bharti Singh
ryn
Arms outstretched like the branches of a tree
Aspiring to be amidst with those borne of sky.
Gnarly bark, imploring the eyes of another
Weathered and worn... Skin and grain but parched dry.

Twig-like fingers that would bear no leaves.
With open barren palms that hover in the wind.
Longing and thirsty for the tears of rain
Pining for the heavens to wash away all they have sinned.

Spreading disjointed roots dig in,
In touch with the unseen core buried deep.
A tainted trove of lifelong poisons...
They greedily drink and keep.

Lone little trunk... That shoots up strong from ground.
Sturdy and hale, at least to the naked eye.
When in fact it's core is rotting within,
Eaten away by the worm of a single unassuming lie.

Sad fruitless tree...
Standing amidst the green thriving brush.
It dies with the hours baked in sun...
One day it'll fall, consumed by the secrets trapped in a silent little hush...
Why is the sky blue
The same as the sea
And on the other side of the road
The grass is always green

Why is there joy in the heart
When a baby cries
And when you hear about a death
That you think of life

Why do we go to war
To bring about peace
Why do we always want more
When we have all that we need

Why is it women want love
And men they want respect
Why after all this time
We can't grasp that concept

Why do we judge others
In the moves they make
But when it comes to us
We don't have much to say

Why do adults act like kids
In their needs and wants
And then on the other hand
Kids act like adults

Why when your looking for answers
You still feel the need
To ask more questions
Like you don't believe

Why does all this go on
Until the day we die
Before I close I'd like to finish with this
Why, Why, Why, Why?
 Feb 2015 Bharti Singh
ryn
People cheat,
people lie

To get ahead
or
just to get by.

They do it out of deemed necessity
or
have made it a successful habit.

Some would feel bad,
but
some wouldn't lose sleep over it.

Some lie to protect...
Some lie to infect...

With little remorse
or
full blown guilt.

Either way
risking
all they've built.

A lie is an accessory
that most tend to abuse.
A convenient mask
for the ugly truth
that most would misuse.

Lies are...
The bane of relationships
Destroyer of trust...
Conveyed by irresponsible lips.

So have I ever lied?
Have I ever desecrated
honesty's pride?
Have I ever wielded it
to save others from harm?
Have I ever employed it
to boost my charm?

No I haven't,
now that's a lie...
Spouted that so easily,
I didn't even need to try...

Honestly,
YES I HAVE.
I am no exception...

I am no saint,
I'm only human
...
with an ill sense of direction.



I have lied...
How about you?

Search deep inside...
*You know you have too...
 Feb 2015 Bharti Singh
ryn
Flame
 Feb 2015 Bharti Singh
ryn
.
•    
re-
     kindle
    the spark
   that governed
    this game•the fire
  that once burnt as bri-
  ght as sun•all of this once
before, had a name•but now
is weak from the time it had be-
gun•there was a time when it wo-
uld consume•......it would defy the
odds....just so it could burn as one•
frantic and desperate for the magic
to resume•uncertainty has carved
itself into the heart that has come
undone•winds bearing ill no-
tions revealed as the enemy•
stitch up the gaps keep-
ing out the rogue
gust•
  pro
tect
  the
light that burns ever weakly•rejuve-
nate the spirit that harbours broken trust
•rekindle me now... i'm still in the game•
the heart                   save the     you will
isn't                              candle           need
ready                           and              to see
to make                         nur-              me    
sense                            ture             with
of the                             it                 this
dark•                             to                  in-  
                                    fla-              sig-  
                                   me•             nia
                                     ­                     as my
                                                         mark
                                                         •
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Getting Old Is Not That Bad

With age you learn to listen
And you're not so quick to judge
You see things in a different way
Then the days when you grew up

Age lets you understand things
Allows you to stay calm
Helps you to protect yourself
From things you know are wrong

Age gives a new perspective
Will allow for something new
Lets you learn from the past
And can change your points of view

With age there comes a wisdom
From experience that you have
Looking back at all it gives to you
Getting old is not that bad


Carl Joseph Roberts
Yes You can tell from these last two poems that this week was my birthday week..lol.
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