The mystery which never existed
as they all talked about.
It never occurred
the scenes planted in their minds
never played out.
No one questions
none gives answers
they leave it the way
They still fear
paranoid of the stillness
when they hear
the dogs barking
They see shadows
down the streetlight
They don't forget their flashlight.
They are all bound
still stay at the edge
The morning mist
the mishap that never happened
This morose neighbourhood
waits for the rains
to wash away the stains.
The echo was all around
there was violin playing in the background
The colour were red , brown and yellow
And strong emotions were going in flow
The place was candle lit
The show was on ,the stage with act
Silence and hands ,ready for applause
All enamoured by magnificent performance
But in midst ,there was slight mishap
Entire drama halts with one mess up
And everyone's attentions on the disrupt
All the efforts went to waste with the interrupt
Everyone forgot the show , and voices rose
The enchanted crowd now are indifferent
The performance became ordinary from brilliant
A small thing going faulty can make your efforts go awry
A small mistakes might makes a big difference
A small wrong can undo every rights
Is a mishap
Of my own creation.
Due to it,
I tend to lose myself in thoughts,
And forget about reality,
As in dreams,
I can create my happiness,
To escape the cruel reality.
She sat by the mainstream area,
its ubiquity reminds her of such
hunkering for a man's silhouette,
stationed and immobile, beside her.
She spun her head, noticing
how candidly dull everything, and
everyone is. Yet, realizing among
it (and them) all, it was her--
the most unfortunate of all.
She felt the solitude, for herself.
Reckoning where to go, and
what to do. Whether to blame
herself, or to curse the world
for her miserable mishap.
She needed the prowess, so
she picked up that piece
of tissue paper to write on.
She poured out,
disgorged her thoughts. And,
on that moment, for once
at least, such miserable mishap
into a blessing in disguise
had transformed to.
She became a poet,
at least for once.
I gave you my body
and my heart
You gave me a lesson
I dreamt about you
and you dreamt about luck
your lies just stuck
They stuck to my
and my eyes
and my lips
they stuck to my mind
Like your hands on my hips
I'm wishing for you
someone better than me
maybe 2 maybe 3
Guess we'll see
True story about boys and their *****
— The End —