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Anmol Mago Dec 2019
Even in the
most lucid of my dreams

I just can't stop you
from
(leaving me alone)
dedicated to (you)
Anmol Mago Dec 2019
And I know you would
never be mine

And one day you would
just drift away from me
never to return like these
whispering winds
and I know you must
depart one day
like these rushing waves
lost for all eternity
amongst the sands of time

and yet each time I try
to get over you
each time I try to
run away from you
I end up falling
for you once more
tripping over your
warm smiles

and maybe just maybe
that something which beats
within me
that something which keeps
my breath running
will remain lost forever
in your deep dark
eyes
Dedicated to (you)
Anmol Mago Nov 2019
Not all that you see
can be put to words
Not all that you feel
can ever be expressed

There is something
S O M E T H I N G
hidden behind
the corner of your eye
and I haven't
quite found
the word for it yet
Can it be (love)?
Anmol Mago Nov 2019
Nothing has changed since then
Nothing ever will
It's just that
Something was beating
Inside of me
But now it's stopped
C O M P L E T E L Y
Anmol Mago Nov 2019
He laughed
and laughed
all-day
till they
could never
say
was he mad
with joy
(or just a
broken soul
trying to hide
his pain)
Anmol Mago Nov 2019
I see people running
All around me
their eyes fixed upon a
distant dream
that no one had ever seen
nor felt or touched
yet to them it as real
as you are to me

O beloved
I have seen
people cramed up
in tiny spaces
like cattle waiting to be slaughtered
and at night their eyes shine
bright with
overwhelming sorrow
and I feel that beneath each
Of those well dressed
corporate sheeps
there is a beast
which dwells quitely
in their perfectly numb minds

and perhaps we all
are living in a jail
as wide as this world
trapped in our motives
locked up in the hate
waiting for the eternal
trial to commence
and perhaps this
love of yours might librate my soul

and perhaps not even this love
Would ever heal that little beast inside
Anmol Mago Nov 2019
and yes I am
snobbish and stupid
clown me if you wish
cause I run out of wit
sometimes
and yes I am
flimsy and clumsy
I trip
I fall just too often
and yes I am
too fat
to fit in that square hole
of yours
too tall to
stoop that low
and yes I ain't
fair like those idols of yours
and yes I like
being aloof
not willing to hide my true self
not willing to surrender to
those norms of yours
and yes I hate those crowds
those clubs
those jarring
parties of yours
call me anti-social if you wish
and yes
those glaced up
friends ain't meant for me
and yes I do
write at times
broken words
pouring out
from a reticent heart
and yes I do
wish that sometimes
I could find
a piece of peace
a silent patch
of quietude
amongst this chaos of yours
and yes I am
a bit afraid of these
lights
they remind me just too
often of the paradox of this society

but even in all this (mess)
one thing is a certain
and that is
I did have a heart once
I too was human
until you twisted me
and turned me into
an outlander
looking for a home
in this big wide alien world
Anmol Mago Nov 2019
"What's behind that grey wall ?"

"A grave"

"But who's ?"

"mine"
Anmol Mago Nov 2019
I seem to
have lost
all track of
her

and often in my
quietude
pacing through
the books of my
memories
I wish to remember
how it really was

I wish to recall
her quite quaint face
and crystallize it
once again
within me
akin to a weary
old picture

I wish to
describe
how those
idle
empty evenings
were like
when she was by my side
and her tears glimmered
in the trifling twilight
as each estranged
moment
sped by us

perhaps
   pain  
is the only word
befitting to
describe her
but forgetting
is painful still
Anmol Mago Nov 2019
And,
yet very
often
I do wonder
that I have
lo       
      st  
much more
to your
distant                                
        dreamy eyes
than just
my own
lonesome
h e a r t
yep, I sure am
lost
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