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 Jan 2015 Bharti Singh
betterdays
argent light signals the new day
far to early for this befuddled mind...
a few more hours sleep
please.....

but no.....cats to be fed
humans too
washing, cleaning,
baking all sorts of things
need doing....

but the brain says no
stay in bed....
the body feels encased
in lead...

today...
i just don't want to play
can't i just warm the bench
sit on the fence....

the cat is trying to sit on
my face....so i think the answer is a resounding
NO.....

**** it....
 Jan 2015 Bharti Singh
ryn
Crescent
 Jan 2015 Bharti Singh
ryn
•i        
     was    
         once    
              whole    
               •full and
                    complete•
                       grand desi-
                          gns adorned
                              upon my very
                               soul•always...
              ­                  would land on
                                    my feet•my wo-
                                     rds now partially
                                      broken•resembli-
                     ­               ng that of an ail-
                                   ing crescent• i...
                                 am still here, i...
                               watch and i lis-
                           ten• scouring
                        for mediocre
                 remnants
             that still
         remain
 abs
en  
t•      
.
Girl ...
I'm so tired of shedding tears -
starting to feel like a hairless cat
Don't know why God made us females so sensitive

We're like ice-cream
sweet, soft, smooth, delicious
taking whatever shape you impress upon us

It ***** ...

When I think I'm over it -
just the merest look or a suggestive hook
throws me right back in a nook

It belies the fact that I'm strong !
Independent, a mind of my own
a leader
Except, - If you look closer
a heart that's made of gold -
which melts at his look or touch
even though, I know
he's going to hurt me so much

I cry - tears of fear
Trouble don't last always
when this has come to past
I will be okay
looking for love again at last

The day will be bright
I'll be coaching my girlfriends on men
having no more tears of my own -
I'll be training her to stand up alone
Do you know about unions ? The one with the bling ?
He pestered, begged, followed.
Flattered, I caved in.
After five years co-existing, we exchanged rings.

His mom was elated! She bought us things
Our dads were rigid with questions for him

I went for it - with crazy zest!
Feeling good, safe, not caring what's next

Just before saying yes, with seriousness,
I looked in his eyes - asking: Are you sure you want
to walk through this door?
Been there; done this before.
This was his ****** tour.

Close friends were upset, they thought we were rushing
Hell, we knew best.
Thinking after the fest, the road we were traveling
would lead to success!

Tying the knot (the rope that chokes)
we clutched each other. Smiles of tears in our eyes
Hearts thumping, blinded by tomorrow

That first night, with squeals of delight,
I was so happy! I couldn't stop grinning
and thinking - He chose me! (right?)
I'll love forever! Knee deep in glee

Foolish me. Didn't know what was in stow...
After six weeks of wedded bliss,
a tornado blew open the doors!

He bowled me over, with words hard to ponder...
"I don't want to be married anymore".
 Jan 2015 Bharti Singh
ryn
Trending
 Jan 2015 Bharti Singh
ryn

       you
               secretly
                       wishing, for
                              your writes to be
                                noticed•simple sign
                             that they have not been
                          missed•with every view
                     and every like•your popu-
               larity does spike•somewhat
          places your art on the poetry
      map•between major players,     
  you close the gap•constantly      
checking to see  who's been              
reading•you're always deli-               
ghted to see the 'yellow                      
lightning'
•a wish...                            
    for those who                             
     are writ-                    
ing      

secretly hope not only for your words to be
reaching far and wide, but also... trending
* the above does not apply to everyone here.
 Jan 2015 Bharti Singh
ThePoet
The more we're granted,

the more we take for granted.

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10w
Found an outlet
where I can
SCREAM
eloquently, passionately
POETRY
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