Rethabile Sere

Rethabile Sere Jul 2018

a dream, is what they have to look like.
far out of my reach and your reach.
inflicting pain like a spike.
a concept you and I both teach.

a hug here.
a smile to a stranger.
too much for us, we fear.
I fight it like a ranger.

why be simple,
if I can complicate it?
smile and show a dimple,
if I can be as extra as a slit?

they matter,
the overrated gestures.
a compliment and little banter,
some love to close the heart's satures.

a simple life,
with the simple things.
all I wish upon those who deserve to strive.
simplicity and prosperity being melodies your heart sings.

Rethabile Sere Jul 2018

For you.

Lost. Found.

A token of my gratitude.

To you.

For you, I'm writing.

Reminiscing about all that I went through.

All that got me here.

All that broke me.

Yet it was you, for you. By you.

Saved. Better. Smiling again.

An extended thanks, to you.

A poem, FOR YOU.❤ [A.]

Jul 2018

Raj Bhandari

MY LIFE AND LOVE

I WANT MY LIFE TO BE QUIET,
I JUST WANT LOVE,
AND DON'T WANT TO FIGHT,
THIS LIFE IS VERY FRAGILE,
SO LET US SHARE SMILE,
AS LOVE IS ALL ABOUT CARING,
YOU COME CLOSE ONLY BY SHARING,
ONLY ONE PRINCIPLE' WE SHOULD ALL FOLLOW, MUST,
BELIEVE OTHERS AND TRUST.
YOUR EYES WILL SPARK AND FACES GLOW,
LET LOVE AND ONLY LOVE FALL FREEFLOW !!!

Rethabile Sere Jul 2018

my mine.

I listen to her bc I can relate.
Call me too young,
but then atleast try to understand my state.
With my tongue
I can taste her authenticity.

I listen to her bc she makes sense.
Not that anyone else doesn't,
but who can I listen to when I'm tense
and when I feel all sorts of fuzz
in my hair bc I am mixed?

I listen to her bc depression
was once common to us both.
Pain our biggest suppression
but healing came, like an anticipated note.

She feels like me and we feel like a tree and that is why I call her mine.
My mine.

Rethabile Sere Jun 2018

anger.

How I feel everytime,
Your name is mentioned?
Disgusted as if it's slime.
Yet that's really my emotions, fractioned.

Wish I never met you.
Wish you were not here.
Wish this was not true.
Wish you could adhere.

The boxes you could tick?
None but those of pain.
A monologue about a *****,
who never understood my heart's strain.

Rethabile Sere Jun 2018

It still hurts.

Better.
That's what they said it'll become.
Forget.
That's what they said I'll do,
waited, waiting... am I doomed?

It hurts.
How the sun's warmth remains
reminding me of your hugs.
It hurts how it's our songs the songs that I'll forever hear and think of you.

A one man pity party
do you even realise how you broke me?
How you left me besides myself,
it's a bit more than just a dent
but a lot less than just a scar.

I miss you. I hate you.
I want you, yet you disgust me so much.
I love you, but it hurts.
It hurts buddy!

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