My heart is beating rhythmically In resonance to the beat of 'End Of Time’. My soul is breathing in tranquility, In response to the gleaming full moon. My body is surviving poetically In reply to the poetries I write.
‘End Of Time’ is my most favourite song which is By Alan Walk
Ambition, I need to embrace. Perplexed by the facts of bountiful banes. Remember to love myself first and foremost. I shouldn't have to accept but must have. Love, will you still feel though ain't alright?
Firstly, it's the second month of the year. Ends most on 28th, and some 29th on leap year. Brings more love every fourteenth, too. Restaurants are full with people of two. Uber cabs hover here and beep over there. A chaos of talks, no gossips to hear. Right space, perfect time only for myself. Yodeling beats which I see to bluff.
My love story won't be of stone. Abandoning realities just skip to the next page. Right! I am keeping my heart as cold as ice. Change is absolute even heart's broken. Humbly asking the Divinity to shower me with pure love.
I am a poet they say I write about the emotions and all the things I can’t say I am a poet they say When life gets hard I move my pen and free the pain away I am a poet they say A poet that writes about love and hate at the same day I am a poet they say And you are the curse that will never go anyway I am a poet they say I hate my love to you in every single way I am a poet they say I write things about you as if I’m writing about my enemy I am a poet they say I believe in you even though you’re the fakest fantasy I wish you could just liberate me Because in the end I am just a poet Yet to you I am the lover who could not stay away
This kind of love is toxic Get out of it while you still can
I had fallen on a deep slumber, I saw myself running on a wilderness. I was surrounded by a lion and a tiger By these fears I got so restless.
I panicked and ran away But the wild animals were immobile. I tripped on a stack of hay I don't know of what to feel.
The lion steadily ran towards me But my heart wasn't agitated. I have never felt this wary Although I know I wasn't dead.
There were no shivers on my spine As these animals came near me. All my dreams have to intertwine As I bring back my soul to reality.
I ponder of not feeling anything As I dreamt of the wilderness. What message does it bring? I presume it's never foolishness.
The poem may sound weird but this is based on a true story. This is based on the persona's dream and she's still puzzled with her dream because she doesn't have any idea on what message it wants to convey.