You were my guiding star You were my Pole Star The moment I lost you I lost my mind The world was topsy turvy The water was flowing up The flames were going down Were I hallucinating? Were I hallucinating? You were my guiding star You were my Pole Star You turned into Ashes, Ashes It's all Ashes, Ashes On the bank of Holy Ganga I stood Immersing your Ashes, Ashes You were my guiding star You were my Pole Star It's a rainy season The sky is over cast Cloud burst will erode the mountains Bringing alluvium down Making lands fertile How does it matter to me? My world will remain sterile You were my guiding star You were my Pole Star Millions stars circle around me Day n Night, Day n Night The Pole Star stays unmoved Right upwards Like you stay unmoved In my mind You were my guiding star You were my Pole Star You turned into Ashes, Ashes One day everyone turns into Ashes, Ashes
There was a time when she cared To satisfy any need of yours, she was prepared You gave her just enough to stay And stay she did everyday There was a glimmer of hope that she will receive love back Every song related back to you, every soundtrack One day, 3 am at night she laid there Room dark, status of you being online a glare She watched it switch offline, realising you never replied Finally it ******* hit her that to be her lover you were never qualified Males are only useful if they are fertile Men are trash was not just a insta post, it became a lifestyle If liking men was a choice Trust me when i say i would have yeeted the boys.
So sick of tired of men that i drafted out a whole poem. Enjoy ;)
darling, don’t bother buying roses uprooted, torn from the fertile, nourishing earth they only wither away, glazed with the mourning dew
another bus-ride write. again, not my best... i’ll prolly post again in a couple of weeks, midterms are coming up. it always made me sad when my dad bought my mom flowers. once, they were alight with life, the truest beauty. now confined to a clear water-filled vase, on display for the world, only to die days later. ty for reading. im going to try and stay away from angsty love poems for my next couple of poems, maybe something happier ;)
^^quick note: mourning refers to tears and is a play on the word morning~