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Harshita May 2020
It is that time of the year when
the clock paused for a moment
as it resumed
I was falling apart

It is that time of the year when
demons ambushed my ailing heart
their loud voices in my head
tearing down my hopes and dreams apart

It is that time of the year when
daylight pierced my eyes
nights were friendly
at least I could close my eyes
close them to meet the demons again
this time not in the voices but the darkness of horrifying vision

It is that time of the year when
even books left my side
“Is it anyone out there who could shush them for some time?”
It must start with me
Maybe, I should get some tea
Maybe, I should eat french fries
Maybe, I should sit in the shade of a tree
Maybe, I should listen to my favorite music
Maybe then demons would listen to me?

It is that time of the year when
I confronted them head-on
fighting didn’t help
it made them stronger
so I sewed every broken piece
whispering to them:
It’s the greater things in life I am meant for
they listened to me
I think they believed

It is that time of the year when
I was wretched
and in the process of fixing
I touched my inherent self
as if I closed my burning eyes
when I opened it
the world was a different place

It is that time of the year
I am grateful for
I take pride in the scars it endowed
they remind me of all things full of life
I feel it in the smiles, I feel it in the tears
I feel it in love, I feel it in the pain
I feel it in music, I feel it in paint
I feel it in the poems, I feel it in everything humane

It is that time of the year when
Spring was introduced to my life

It is that time of the year, again
Spring, is here
I see it in colors, pink and yellow
I feel it in the breeze, as they talk with my hair
like the scars they whisper to me:
The greater things in life waiting for you

Spring, is here
Spring, is here
Spring, is right here
It is, that time of the year 💛
Akhil Bhadwal Apr 2020
Life is not about what you expect,
It's about what you make out of that you get
Life is not about what you have,
It's all about what you can save

Life is not about regret,
It's about what you can set
Life is not about what you have to bear,
It's all about what you hold dear

Life is not about who you were,
It's about what you've become now and here
Life is not about where you started,
It's all about where you stood when it all ended
A commentary about life. Follows a a b b rhyme scheme.
UNiTY Mar 2020
Oh , to experience,
all I can remember ,
Oh, to hold the subconscious knowledge of all
that has passed through my life , I forget.

To wonder , or to just be oblivious,
to wander . or to search for home

Learning how to Learn again
how to accept all as a blessing in amends
smile upon any day
regarding how it went
yra Feb 2020
Seventeen back then
***** and late nights we spent
Partying like it's the end
Memories I'd never imagined
With you whom I'd never yenned

But then a day came
A vivid memory in Love lane
When you left me like a sane
Leaving me in pain
Crying my heart out in vain

And again I regain all the strength
Back in the  game
Same name but on aflame
Now all I can say
Is that Thank you my seventeen
Z Feb 2020
Understand,
Why do you care? About that watch you never used and when it goes missing you get furious,
You get angry at everything and everyone in sight,
Misunderstanding the facts by day and the opinions by night.
You didn’t care about it but yet you fight, you roll you cry and sit uptight.
All you knew is that you had it and believed that it would never have to go,
But as time flies, you didn’t regret leaving that watch so alone, unused and not cared for,
So ungrateful, now it’s gone maybe to someone who may need it for sure.

Understand that ungratefulness is worse than witchcraft.
Why do you care? That makes me laugh, then makes me stop, then makes me cry.
Like no humble child can resist the temptation of a humble smile.
Remember that pet, oh yes so loving and small and so unkept.
Late at night it cries for food and you were tucked in and you well slept.
Below step, underscore the over applause of an owner who didn’t even care for it’s pet.
Now the vet says it’s dying, and there’s nothing you can do.
Poor pet everyone gathers saying but no it’s poor you, foolish you and ungrateful too.
Not once you ever cared when it was well, alive and full of joy,
No, to you it’s just a living toy,
To be used, abused and then no longer up to use,
And now it’s gone.

Ungrateful so why would you understand.
Why do you care? About your friends, your girlfriend or about your boyfriend,
You say you are ready and steady the relationship is founded,
And he is humble and never ever liked to be sounded.
She always had your back even when no one else would,
And he stood with you even when they said he never should.
Not that you care she fought for you in ways that would destroy her after all,
He went to hell. He came back with a smile and you cheated at the after call.
What’s your meaning, what’s your words has to do with meaning.
Because as clearly as it is you never meant what you said,
A heart broken, but you don’t care, or you don’t have to weep,
You believe that they’ll always be there for you so you push them below the sheet.
You opposed them, knowing clearly they were right,
And you make them feel like they’re weak because they didn’t want to fight.
Now he's gone with betterment in his mind, thinking to himself that, she was never to be mine.
Later she packs up and leaves without a word, why, why would she say a word, she must have said an entire book or two,
Just to you, and about how much she loves you and care for you,
But you don’t understand, you never cared but as soon as they go you feel so alone, so broken, so stupid and scared.

Understand,
Why did you care, if you ever cared?
About anything so great that you let go of, you’re so fake,
Oh no, was it a mistake, that you **** someone up knowing how fragile they were since from the first date.
You knew who you broke and you broke them with no remorse,
You took them off their path of goodness and threw them of course.
Now your mission is to make yourself look like the innocent one,
Like the roots need the water and the tree needs the sun.
But they don’t know you, yet they will in time,
So hope you’re grateful for the nothing you have won and the something you have dumped.
Mother once said ungratefulness is worst than witchcraft
Darkness was all around me,
And I like a castle on a quicksand;
Forced summon all my chi
To pull myself together on a firm land.

I lead my life to avoid regrets
With my spirits high as a kite.
But life has its way to clear it's debts
told me I'm worth less than a spite.

Grateful to my mate
Who showed me a way out;
Snuck through a rusty gate
Beyond the mansion of self doubt.

Held on to a wee bit of hope
And showing no sign of standing still.
I rode on as a mechanism to cope
Like a variegated flower of squill.

Didn't take long to learn,
Past is not a ghost haunting my present;
It made my belief stern.
It was time well spent.
Akhil Bhadwal Dec 2019
I don't lie,
I only avoid telling the truth
Some things are better,
When you let them the way they were

While some others are,
In need of adjustment, or fine-tuning, must I say
To keep everything in place,
Like it is meant to be, preservation of the world

I don't lie, I've confessed,
Make peace with all my sins at last
Like I said, I don't lie, but hey,
Maybe, this time, who knows, I just did
No particular rhyme scheme. Everybody tells lies, either to please others or for self-benefit or both or whatever...
bhu Oct 2019
Talks were talks
Sometime, somewhere, not somebody

A minute after, fondness
Reflection of my naivety

To come were moments of easily dismissible presumptions
Devoid of intrinsic rationality

Then the gush of apprehension
Soaking me with doubts about my sanity

A minute before irrevocable acceptance
Good to finally meet you, reality

Talks are talks now
Sometime, somewhere with somebody
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