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Poetic T Jun 2020
I had a path that at no time intersected
                            with others footsteps.
              Never would I walk on the
degradation of there choosing.

Because,
            if later on they had made a misstep.


I would ultimately be the lemming falling  
                                                with veins cut,
falling into the same inevitable ending...

Every footprint shifts after we have put
                       our weight on that decision.
That this was the right course of action...


             But we were a conveyor that feed
the lie of life that every step was always
                                                            well trod.

We would always finish off with a life well
      walked, but the truth was.
That some laces were untied and some fell.

Some would never reach the ending,
        let alone the beginning of the path..

For our steps are always shifting,
   and  everyone is never the same..
Poetic T Oct 2019
You'll never dilute the memory
                           of my last words..


That as I wondered the paths you
                               never trod upon.

Some uneven, but still I gazed upon
                       things you could have


gazed over...


But you never would walk footsteps,
              taking you beyond the safety


of those you followed...


My path was never smothered by
                                misconceptions.

I walked in life,
              while you stood still...


Mine was a diverse wondering,

                   some more heavy than others.

But I carried the baggage of my past and took
          new paths...


My last words are,
             take more footsteps than
          others,
              for if you stand still to long the view

is dull, and you haven't lived till you took that
                                                             extra step.
Aroody Jul 2018
Sometimes we just need to calm down ,
sometimes we just need a hug ,
and a whisper in the ear ;
Saying " it's gonna be alright "

Once in a while we need to run ,
run to where we can't see fault ,
an escape to where perfection exists ,
down to the rivers,  beneath the clouds ,

Maybe we just have to take a walk ,
just a moment alone with a thought ,
away from where conflict starts ,
strolling under the lights alone ,

Sometimes we should pick ourselves up ,
and dust off from the footsteps of those we love ,
and accept that it didn't work out ,
" well it's life " I would say , " not everything is in your hand "
Calm down and find yourself
Nayana Nair Mar 2018
I will trace your tears
through the meteor shower,
through the footsteps that you followed,
through the hands that you held,
through the hearts that you broke,
through the marks on your skin,
through the lost and found columns,
through the moist flower placed in you books,
through that crossed out name, on every page.
I will trace your tears
that will lead back to me.
And say what needs to be said.
An apology.
An apology that you never got.
An apology that you deserved.
Nayana Nair Mar 2018
There are footsteps
drawn in rainwater
that float on the floor
that was once firm and solid
but now cracks under my every step.
The rain and storm
must have brought him here.
The never improving
weather of his heart.
Did he find what he came for?
How long he must have stood here?
Was it still raining when he left?
Your wonderful love takes me up in the clouds
In trance and jubilation I touch just real blue sky
Let us celebrate our love out of worldly crowds
Together like innocent birds let us fly but so high

My passion of love and your fashion of beauty
Will coincidentally provide us a chance to dance
We will celebrate our stance of love being free
Love will kiss beauty at places to initiate romance

My beloved ,solace of my heart come to take love
Be my associate on difficult path from step to step
I love you I praise you and worship you to bow
Let me chase you let, embrace you to follow footstep

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

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