I try to forget everything and
Dissolve in my surrounding
I listen to different voices
Each voice has it's own role in my story
The birds chirping in the morning reminds me of the time
When we were holding hands in the dawn
The sound of traffic reminds me of the time
When we were walking down the street holding hands
The voices of couples talking reminds me of the time
When we used to talk to each other
I listen to your voice calling me
May be it's hallucination
But I just get up and smile
I listen to the voices and
Each one of them reminds me
The different parts of the incomplete story of mine

Hush.
I used to think you were Godly.
I used to think you were velvet.
I used to think you were perfect.
Shh.
You’re nothing now.
Silence.
You’re pathetic now.
You’re only a feeble boy playing God.
You’re only a quaint thing pretending to be holy.

I used to worship you.
I used to pray to you.

But now you pray to me.
“Oh poetess God.”
Now you worship me.
“Oh sweet Holy One.”
And don’t you dare forget it.

“Everything under the sun is meaningless”  
says the teacher,
‘truly meaningless’



the hands that toil
to endless returns
will find out that the breaking
wasn’t worth the burn-
the days spent in agony
and months spent hoarding away
will be forgotten
on the last and final days.
there is one thing remembered,
one lasting effigy-
the words you cry out in judgment
facing death’s depravity!
for there are no assurances
that a man can find!
the teachers prophecy shall be remembered,
“Everything is meaningless” we leave nothing behind!

Speak to the muses blamed for your bruises—
They might say something yet.
Forget that the news is staring right through this—
Their blades with blood are wet.
You know you and I, we peer through the sky—
Feeling for fates unset.
Even though they lie about where or why—
I knew I’d ne’er forget.

When you are done with him
Remember, I'm here
All you need is not to forget

In the long drive back home,
A song we used to hear made me remember you,
I’ve been avoiding this feeling since August.
It has been months since I’ve heard of you.
I remember every word you said,
They were all lies.
I cannot expect much from a broken person,
You are still broken,
And because of that,
You keep hurting every person that encounters you.
You enjoy the dominance but i see through you.
And today i chose to forgive and forget by closing the cycle of the short lived memories i had with you.
It’s my time now to be happy

Cut me with the petals of your favourite flower
Let your fingers
Carve my name into your skin

Forget me not (because I tried to forget you)

Brexit, make it
or break it
for the better!
The vote is in December,
cast it, it's your power!
Forget not on the poll day
Do come out
Give it your Midas touch.