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Påłpëbŕå Nov 2020

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They did not clip my wings;

But made me believe that I can't fly.

Questioning my every move;

Never answering my whys.

Telling me my limits;

Darkening my already stormy sky.

Taking all my reasons to live;

And giving me none to die.

Choking on my own tears;

I drown in the ocean I cry.

They did not pull my strings;

But made me their puppet as I can't defy.

Påłpëbŕå Oct 2020

Writers Are

Writers are illusionists,
For they create imagery;
Imprisoned in their minds,
While setting the whole world free.

Writers are heros,
For they have superpowers;
Walking for miles before they sleep,
Only to shine like insomniac stars.

Writers are clowns,
For they can make you laugh;
Humouring you through their ironies,
Unveiling only their happy half.

Writers are divine,
For they can give life;
To the sun & the sea & the shore,
Calming and soothing all your strife!

Writers are deranged,
For they find poetry in all shapes;
From needles to knives,
They talk to these inani'mates'

Writers are intense,
For they feel too much;
Like mimosa of the plant kingdom,
Writing away about the slightest of touch.

Writers are deceptive,
For they are the best liars,
Exaggerating these simple sentences,
Helping you escape your monotonous quagmires.

Writers are humble-beings,
For they always are connected to their roots;
Building wonders from mere words,
To which the whole world ends up paying tributes!

This poem is for all the people who helped me learn so so much in such less time.

Thank you all!

#writers #are #rare #hello #poetry #people #poets

Påłpëbŕå Oct 2020

THE TIE

You   were
supposed
to be my
anchor;
But
U
end
ed up
burnin
g my dr
eams. Yo
u  became
my  very  o
wn brand  of
ca m  p  h or  ;
A ban  d  onin g
me in the ab
undance o
f my scr
eam
s.

#tie #shape #poetry

Påłpëbŕå Oct 2020

BULB

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   I '   m
  n   o t
   f u s e d ;
  M a y  b e
   a    l   i   t   t   l e
   c   o   n   f   u   s  e  d  .
  I ' ve    s  t  i  l  l    g  o  t
  a    l  o  t   o f   f  i  g  h  t
  l   e   f   t    i    n    m   e ;
  I ' ve    s  t  i  l  l    g  o  t
a   l o  t o f l i g h t
   l e   f   t     i    n
    m  e . . . . .

Edison did not just invent the bulb;
He created a bright future by not giving up.

Last night I thought I would never get up. But here I am today.
Its not falling that scares me; What scares me is never wanting to get up again!

#bulb #shape

Påłpëbŕå Oct 2020

PRETENCE

Your pretence;
Is the best offence.
Your smile tight; shoulders tense,
Your facade I can sense,
Yet your act- you do commence!
Your love for him is indeed intense;
So why ******* me with your lens-
That sees him whence,
You look at me; Thence,
Your act kills me with suspense,
And fills me with utter annoyance-
Because you fell for my twin, his charm, his innocence;
And all I’ll ever be is his resemblance;
And all I’ll ever be is his remembrance!

Your pretence;
Is the worst offence.
It breaks through all my defence*
I wish I could erase the difference;
I wish I could fill his absence!
Because he will always be your first preference.
You kiss me and then cry in silence;
Totally unaware of my mind’s violence.
And here I sit as the audience,
Seeing your flawless performance!
Our story exists because he lacks existence,
Yet he’ll live through my face, my body’s presence.
So don’t be selfless and enjoy your deliverance;
For I’ll be him so that you can end your sentence.

Please stop pretending that you love me;
When he’s the only one you see.
I’ll be whatever you want me to be;
Just be yourself and set the actress free.

#sentence #love #unrequited

Påłpëbŕå Oct 2020

Ice Cube

Y o  u     t  o  l   d m  e
  t  h  a  t        I      w  a  s
C           O            L         D
  B   u    t     i    t     w  a  s
    y      o      u      w    h    o
n       e        v        e        r
  t    r    i    e    d        t     o
B       R       E        A        K
        t    h    e         i     c     e.     .      .     .

#cold #shapepoetry

Påłpëbŕå Oct 2020

THE CELL CYCLE

The interphase of our love was sweet,
We grew, we learnt and fought on repeat!

In the prophase of our affair,
We became more aware;
Of the disappearance of our doubts.
Trust, like chromosomes was visible throughout!

The metaphase was all about balance,
Time, career and some semblance.
We appeared strong to the world's eye;
But to be honest, it was more of a lie!

The anaphase marked our splitting!
When heartbreak poems and sad songs seemed fitting.
We drifted apart to the opposite poles,
Lamenting the loss of each-other's soul.

By the end of the telophase, our fates were sealed;
Our story was forever concealed,
The new lives we built had everything new,
Yet we were one with remnants askew!

Our DNA may one day become free of each-other,
Till then we shall continue to be miserable individually together!

#mitosis #cellcycle #unhappy #beginning