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  Mar 2017 Monica
Ritika
Move. Like that slow wind.
Flow, steadily.
Let every heart listen you.
Those hearts, which can hark,
Hark too deep.
Keep moving.
Let the eccentricities sprinkle,
Not just fill in the voids opaque
But translucent, invisible.
Be silent, serene, calm,
Singing your own song,
Make your direction,
Follow no trail...
Move. Singularly​, steadily, slowly,
Like that unplugged music,
Those unheard whisperings,
Those withering spiraling blowy
Tranquilized​ winds.
©err1585
Written on Mirakee. @err1585
Monica Feb 2017
How many years are you willing to be miserable?
Your whole life?
How long can you take the the rise of heat from your belly
Before it flows down those cheeks
Into your clenched fists
That hold all that you wish to be true
But does not exist

Do your hips ache
From the curve of your despair
How long can you ignore your mistake
Can you hold it in your arms
While looking over its shoulder
Secretly envying the life you dreamt of
Watching your world spin
Wondering why fate never kept you in mind

How long until your dreams crush your skull
And leave you weeping on your knees
Writhing in the depths of your suppressed dreams
How long can you hold onto your hate
Before it turns you to dust
How long before your ruins run you into your own grave

Do you break
Do you shudder at the thought of being alone
Do you regret breaking the holy bind
Are you sane
Do you smile at your freedom and rejoice at your triumph
Do you laugh in its face because you escaped your worst nightmare
Or do your bones rot from your failure
From its failure

Do you know the truth
Do you believe it
Are you happy
Do you feel all that you longed for
Tell me this
Monica Dec 2016
Kissed by a dragonfly
On a moonlit summers night
There I was surrounded
By all he had to give
And more
A song to make my heart melt
With a meaning of its own
I felt the strain in my throat
As a tear fell from my eye
In that moment a shooting star
Leapt across the silent sky
I knew then all was fit just right
And now his voice soothes me
Like a kiss goodnight
Another old poem I found, written about my first love.
Monica Dec 2016
There is a crisp endlessness to the sea.
Shades of life ascend into the ripples
The intoxicating warmth floods over,
Replenishing serenity.
Monica Dec 2016
Behind the curtain
Before the crowd
Beyond the music
Above my fear
Beside my partner
Among the lights
Around we go
Through my soul
Without a sound
Despite the world
Together we dance
Found this old poem while rummaging through some old stuff. I wrote this when I was 14 for an English assignment, hah. It's nice to look back on old work, made me smile.
Monica Dec 2016
Nothing to do
Nowhere to go
Can I ask you
Who do you know

And can he can help me
Get out of this cold
Get back on my feet
Break free of this mold

Or will he avoid
My tired blue eyes
As I pace down these rows
In what he thinks is a disguise

I want to go home
But I do not know how
So I distract myself
Taking what I can get for now
Monica Dec 2016
I go under
Ripples glaze the surface
No oxygen
No sound
A warm embrace of solitude

I come up for a moment
And the embrace loosens
Parting to let me catch my breath
reminding me of its glistening bliss
Temporary.

Only I try again
To sink into It's abyss
Freeing the reality above
Only for a moment
Do I lose touch with my senses
Hold still
My mind releases like smoke from a wick
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